This has been the extent of my creativity today. I made a purple elephant out of pipe cleaners. They were a gift from the institution participants. Very nice (the gift). I made it during the open discussion portion of day 1 (Houston, we have landed). Now I just have to make it through Myrtle Hell. Hopefully I will be able to work on the Rex drawing in the car on the way up.
Purple Elephant
After the festivities of the institution Jerry and I took a walk to the art store for pencils. We tried to go to Boomers bookstore but were stopped in our tracks by a domestic altercation on King Street between two very angry women and I very unhappy man, so decided to go to the comic book store instead. Apparently it was not a Boomers Bookstore day.
The comic book store was great. I figured out how I want to color in Rex’s trench coat and am going hunting tonight for depression era patches. Perhaps the Google/Wikipedia gods will smile fondly on me.
I have also been reflecting about yesterdays post about my muse. Not wanting Jerry to get completely weirded out by this statement I thought hmm I should make sure I haven’t said something that actually means something else and I have decided that I can use the term. By definition muse is the source of an artist’s inspiration. Groovy. I have not inadvertently said something I didn’t mean to.
I have also learned that Christopher has blog envy and he is threatening to hide my computer power cord if I don’t start coming to bed with him at night. Perhaps I should hide a spare somewhere:)
Signing off.
