Yes bluberd, it could be true. I just may finish your birthday present by this weekend!

I’m praying to the painting Gods that I don’t do anything stupid to screw it up.

What could I possibly do you ask? Well, the other day I was carrying it down from the studio to show the associate. I slipped and almost chucked it down the spiral staircase. Another time I was doing some very fine detail work and completely forgot where my hand was resting. It turned out to be on another wet part of the painting and I had made some lovely hand prints all over it, I think the neighbors heard me shriek with that one. Last week I had the brilliant idea to pick lint out of the painting with an x-acto knife, lets just say that was a brain dead maneuver (I’ve now decided to embrace the rest of lint as part of the piece, what can I expect from a house with five animals). The list goes on.

So what is it now, about three months? I don’t think it has taken me that long to do a painting before. But then again, look at the size of this monster, it’s huge. Will you even have a wall big enough to accomodate this thing?

It will be hard to part with this one, it’s my friend now and I will miss it.