On July 4th, 2006, I embarked on a quest to become the pre-eminent American portrait painter of the 21st century. This blog chronicles that journey. With apologies to Joan Didion, I call it THE YEAR OF MAGICAL PAINTING.
Monday, March 12, 2007
Good night, sweet prince,
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
That said, don't get in a big lather. "Rest," in this case, is the literal use of the term, not the metaphorical. Still...
I never noticed how big my father's earlobes were until lately. Double click for the full effect.