During the past week, I had been spending more time in the wood shop than in my own bed. Making lots of things, nothing really to do with illustration, but keeping myself happy as long as I am creating.
Today I found out that my mom used to work with my wood studio teacher's son - what a small world and a crazy coincidence. I almost want to send a note to say that: I know your dad and you know my mom! But not really.
My mom also told me that the Indian guy who came to clean our furnace today really liked my painting of men wearing turbans whose moustaches are actually coat hooks. I'm just so happy he wasn't offended!
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