I kept promising an event at the Unitarian Universalist Congregation of Danbury, and darned if it wasn’t today.  I was there.  Met a lot of very nice people, gave out some business cards.  I had to take my old New York City business cards and cross out the address, and then write in “Danbury”.  Something very ominous and final about that act.  Even though my night time dreams are mostly set in the Big Apple, my day time reality is really, really gone from there…most probably forever.

By the way, does anyone really know why New York City is called the “Big Apple”?  I’ll be damned if I know.  Once I tried looking it up on the omniscient site Google, and no, Google had conflicting reports and reasons.  So, unless some bolt of lightning strikes with the right answer, I guess I’ll never know.

So, here’s my set up at the show:

 

Also, in the past week, I had the sad task of drawing a sympathy card for a friend of a friend.  Somehow, it does make a difference to make a drawing sometimes, even if for a bright light in a dark time:

 

And now, I can start to spend my time going back to the art I want to do.  So, for instance, there’s this remake I wanted to do..remember my Rainbow?  The one I decided was my worst piece of 2015?  I hope to make improvements on it.  I was so decidedly overconfident and cocky while I was drawing it..and you know what they say about pride.

So, here’s the revisit…not sure how I’m going to redo it, but I do know:

I’m going to get small.