Jan. 31st, 2013

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Quote of the day: One began to weave a crown
Of tendrils, leaves, and rough nuts brown
(Men sell not such in any town);
One heav'd the golden weight
Of dish and fruit to offer her:
“Come buy, come buy,” was still their cry.
Laura stared but did not stir,
Long'd but had no money:
The whisk-tail'd merchant bade her taste
In tones as smooth as honey, (Goblin Market, Christina Rosetti)

Going to the fair tomorrow. Hmmm, maybe that should be faire, who knows. I'll rendezvous with Sandi at her house, drop my car there and ride together. I'll have to be at her house at quarter after nine. Egads! It will still be close to freezing then. (Yup, we have a little cold front upon us, around, maybe just under freezing tonight and then maybe mid-twenties tomorrow night.) I'll take my sketchbook, a few pencils and my camera. And some money. There's always something frivolous to buy at the fair.

Dan was off in Memphis being bluesy. Classes went by quite smoothly. My painting of Sarah (new model, young, non-artist, doesn't understand why artists want nude models) and my drawings of Aubrey look, sort of, bi-pedal, humanoid. If you squint. And are really kind.

I've gotten some work done on the original self portrait in oil, solving, a bit, the fuzzy corona of hair problem. Multiple glazes seem to be working.

My plants are covered. I harvested a few tomatos today. The Tommy-toes have been quite tasty. Yum!

I'm sure there's more. I'll think of it later.

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