Friday was an off day.  I started feeling ill part way through the day.  Little did I know that I would have one wicked flu to look forward to to fill my weekend.  I need to get back to the regular drawing routine and start some colored pencil works.  I haven't done anything with cp's since last summer.  Pastels and chalks are so much more fun.  I have to work on the painting skills still, but no matter how much I want it, I'm not a painter.  The problem is that I don't want to get the oils out at home.  If I did though, it would probably be much less frustrating when I go to class.

I love the heat.  I love the beaches.  I love the odd creatures.  I love the plant life that smells so different.  Tell me again why I should go back to a winter climate. 

If a picture is worth a thousand words how much are 6 worth?