A pink and black stuffed chair? What next? *sigh* I don’t know, I keep trying to lead this painting to a bright and sunny park, and it keeps veering off towards the burlesque theater or cabaret…
To relieve the tedium of looking at this painting all the time (believe me, I’m tired of it, too), I snapped a pic of Mr. Dude for you—he was napping in my old studio chair (the painting that I have spent all the daylight hours working on for the last 7 days does not impress him one smidgen.)
Seeing him from this angle, it becomes quite clear why Kris sometimes calls him ‘Pasha’. I have my own nickname for Dude, too…
Yeah, Fatty, you know I’m talking about you.
- Boudoir March Madness (marcusshooter.com)
- How to take your furniture from dingy to divine (seattletimes.nwsource.com)
- It is only one’s thoughts that fill a room with something more than furniture. (kiasa.org)