It's Even Worse in Europe

Cold rainy day. Priming a canvas and reading the last pages of "The Sun also Rises" and drinking tea. Which is not a bad way to spend a cold rainy day.

Brief personal aside: am trying to write an entire post without using a comma as a nod to Hemingway. Who hated them, as near as I can tell.

Had to buy 7 oz. cotton duck at the neighborhood art supply store and it's like painting on tissue. My hope is that several coats of primer will stiffen it up. It surely would me.

The objective is to paint a black and white titled "It's Even Worse in Europe" and sell it quickly. Not because of an acute need for money but because it would be nice to sell one quickly. Just to see what that feels like.

And I think it is worse in Europe.