I finally knocked the cobwebs of the sketchbag, picked up a new watercolour sketchbook (thanks Opus sale) and started noodling again. These have been busy times, plugging a wedding (ours) right in the middle of our busiest season. And here, in the middle of it all, between Christmas and our New Years Eve wedding, we decide to do a family (yes, all 16 of us, not counting the dogs) trip to Whistler. The kids are holding a massive Mortal Kombat tournament. They gather around the TV and whoop like a grey cup game 7 as they digitally pummel and pounce on each other. Our job seems to be shovelling enough food onto the table to keep it all humming. It's gorgeous up here, a total winter wonderland. Yogi is in heaven, romping around in the snow, having all these people to scratch his belly. We're all sleeping here in the house. It's a bit crazy, but good.
2 comments:
I've missed your Yogi paintings, lovely to see this one. I still remember the lovely paintings you did of him when he had that plastic collar and bandages.
enjoy!
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