A blog a day keeps the doctor away...keep that in mind as you read this. I have been throwing a lot of paint around lately and it shows. The floor is stained in multi-hued oil splotches and my hands are too. One thing that always amazes me though...I almost never get paint on my clothes. From time to time I'll wear an apron but for the most part I don't even worry about it anymore...(until I get some on that new designer silk shirt I was saving for my sons bar-mitzvah.) One would think oil paint is like tar. Have you ever tried to use tar to patch a roof? I would bet you half of my kingdom that you could not even drop the smallest dollop in the tiniest of cracks without getting the blasted stuff all over everything within shotgun range. The painting pictured is a real nice little ode to a Midwest field. The cows are content and just like all of God's little creatures, they couldn't care less about economic meltdowns and the like. Wish I was more like them in every way...except for the cud chewing.
