I’m finally, finally am at the show. There are some good artists, some schlocky and a number of craftspeople.
I am sitting near a game gallery. I’m sitting across from a teenager who is disappointed she hasn’t had much attention. My heart goes out to her. It takes time, and a lot of heartbreak.
The horse picture came out somewhat okay. I might have done better, if I were home, with no distraction and a full night of sleep. Yes, I confess to stage fright.
So, home now, after my adventure. I might touch up the horse, but, honestly, I’m pretty sick of her. Time to go to the dog.