Remembering the King
When our cats practice hunting in the house, they know no size. They are every bit the ferocious hun...

Watching a woman at the mirror in the morning is a bit like watching someone meditate, the careful, patient preparations so they are ready to take on the day.
Unless you really have to get in there. Then it's quite painful, the choice between the wrath of a woman or bladder damage.
What fascinated me about this composition was the contrast between the neutrals of a morning lit bathroom and the fiery mane of red hair, offset by the delicate tendrils of the lace top and the way it all worked together. A bit of meditation of my own.
When our cats practice hunting in the house, they know no size. They are every bit the ferocious hun...
Something about this painting makes me happy, I hope it does you as well....
I still have to work a job these days to keep a roof over my head, lights on, obtain food for the ba...
I am an early riser. Like 4:30 A.M. It gives me time to sip my coffee, lounge around a little before...