Blaze of glory

Had a wonderful Skype conversation with a good friend last night. A long, much needed discussion about life, the universe and everything. She's in London now, working as a cleaning woman until she can get into an MFA painting program somewhere. We shared our latest work with eachother and talked about our plans for the future.

She mentioned that despite having 'quit facebook' her profile there still persists, and that she couldn't figure out how to get rid of it. We talked about it for a bit, and then came upon a good solution: to go out in a blaze of glory. How? She replaced her profile picture with a vagina/dildo sex close-up photo, sure to offend the sensitive eyes of facebook and get her instantly banned. It's hillarious. I'm curious how long it's going to take facebook to notice and take action. For the moment it's still up there.

I need to go on-site to work today. I've got six hour work days all this week. I'm looking forward to the money that I'll make, but not so much the office environment with it's politics and prison-overtones. Off I go..

Will-o-the-Wisp

I finally got the Will-o-the-Wisp in the painting. It needs a lot more work, but at least it's in there.



Rasputin is going nuts, building a 'nest' out of random found material. He's super busy and determined, marching all over the place, tugging at things, fluttering around with stuff in his beak.



It's just a weird collection, really, not assembled into anything warm or useful.
Oh my God, my pigeon is making ART.