My Art is Homeless
Talk about Spring Cleaning With two new cars in the house, I was displaced from the garage. Sadness. All my art supplies are in flux. Thank goodness it never rains here in Los Angeles.
I Can Build Anything - There’s a ghost named Poppa living in my basement. He was a handyman, with a fix it shop walking distance from the house. I stand where he stood, building canvases for my portraits. When I die, I will most likely haunt this house. Before I cross the threshold, I’d like to finish a few things. Here’s a bucket list. Finished my paintings, draw enough emojis to put in an app, publish my book.