Here, now for all to read. The reason for the title of my painting:
My friend Frank and I went out painting one sunny day last February. We do this at least once a week (or used to) when it's not cold or rainy. During that particular trip, about midway through our paintings, we heard a funny noise. It sounded like someone kicking a basketball. We didn't really think anything of it, which was a big mistake.
When we got back to the car we found it like this. (Frank's car, not mine. Sorry Frank.) What the picture doesn't show is the giant rock in the passenger seat. At first, just a big fat bummer, until, while on the phone to his insurance company, Frank asks the question: "Did you have anything in the front seat?"
Why yes, yes I did.
My purse.
I live in LA. I should know better than to leave my purse in plain sight on the floor of an unattended car. That's just dumb. But I had so much to carry, with my paint box, my easel, and bag of various mediums and stuff... well, it's just plain laziness really.
So the purse was gone. Which wouldn't have been too horrible, had I not been carrying around a kazillion gift certificates from Christmas and my birthday that for whatever reason I hadn't spent yet. And my keys. It is very annoying, and very costly, to get locks rekeyed. Let's just say I had a lot of keys to a lot of places that I had to pay a lot for them to get rekeyed. And since I was kind of responsible for the whole thing in the first place (okay, not my fault, but it wouldn't have happened had I not left the stupid purse) I kicked in for half of Frank's window too.
So that's the story. The long, fun story.
So the tree better sell for a lot of money to be worth the work involved in making it.
