Friday, October 26, 2007
We watched Grey Gardens last night in bed with the sliding glass door cracked open to prevent mold inhalation. This movie was reccomended after I found out the mansion where i'm house-sitting is secretly nicknamed "Gay Gardens" for it's overgrown, dusty appeal.
To the left is the view from the drawing table.
I haven't done much drawing, as i've been sweating over the completion of a pet portrait that's been haunting me since july.
My sister is here , as well as Beija, Rorschach and Peeps B, the love bird. Don't move the poster on the fridge,
unless you want to breath in the spores of mold that live behind it.
I'm a little rusty at a public blog, so let's take it one day at a time.