"Blushing Pear"
3" by 4"
Oil on Gessobord













I've been packing and cleaning all day and I can't get the colors on this to come out right in this scan.

Trust me, it's got a lot more red and the darks are a lot less dark.

I hate my camera set up right now.

"The Lovers"
3" by 4"
Oil on Gessobord













Well, the first nekkid day with no nekkid day.

I'm still pretty bummed.

So I painted some weird, taupe colored pears.

Two more weeks before the move.

I have a vague idea what to try next week. . .

Might be even weirder than usual, so stay tuned!

"Startin' Something"
3" by 4"
Oil on Masonite







Alright, I admit it, I did not paint this today.

I painted it the day before yesterday because I was pretty sure I'd be exhausted today, and boy howdy, was I right.

Eight hours in a U-Haul three-ton-truck yesterday and eight hours today.

I'm wiped.

They certainly didn't put any money into seats, insulation, shocks or even a horn. . .

There was no way I could paint in that pig. Moving *or* still.

Anyhoo, I'm in Santa Fe tonight and will find something entertaining tomorrow to paint.

I promise.

"The Snub"
3" by 4"
Oil on Gessobord








Back to those pears again.

Things are going to get a little weird. . .

"A Pair of Pears"
3" by 4"
Oil on Masonite







Up until today, I couldn't understand why artists were always painting pears.

First off, I'm not a big fan of fruit.

Sure, I'll eat apples or raspberries or blackberries if they're cooked into something.

Pears aren't on my 'acceptable fruit' list.

I mean, they smell nice and all, but I just don't care for the taste.

But I kept hearing artists going on and on about pears. How 'human' they are to paint.

Human? A fruit? Gay jokes aside, I just couldn't see it.

Until I went and bought a pair of pears and painted them.

They're like little flirty green Schmoos!

You can put me in the 'I love pears (to paint)' category.