
You know there’s something wrong with you when you sit for hours just talking about colors, wide-eyed in the wee hours of the day. Some side stories about extremely generous (not to mention, enigmatic) artist ex-boyfriends, dinner and OJ, and we have ourselves a night!


Okay, one more with bloodshot eyes, pre-exhibit stress, and a linseed oil high, now.

Laag
New painting nook
September 17,2011