I have a tradition, on New Years, to post the worst picture of the previous year. It helps me keep my sense of humor, and a sense of humility. So, here goes, the worst of 2018!
I actually only did two pictures in 2018, due to my stubborn artist’s block. Therefore, the worst isn’t as bad as it usually is. So, here ’tis;
So since I’ve got such a barren year to use last year, I’ve decided to post the worst of all time:
And the runner up:
I’ve got other bad work to post, but I’m tired from staying up last night to watch the ball in Times Square drop, and I have to be at my day job.
So, to everyone:
Happy New Year! And a healthy and happy 2019!
I’m still a little groggy this morning. I stayed up until midnight to see the ball drop in Time Square. Makes me think, all the years I lived in New York City, and close proximity, I never made good on my intention to go to New Years in Times Square. I think the lack of available toilets is what discouraged me.
However, let’s get to it. My worst work of 2016. I do this to keep it light on my part, and to keep it real. Everyone puts out a clunker now and then. So, here ’tis.
Shrubbery. It is. It’s not really all that bad, but then, it isn’t good either. Just laying there, in mediocrity, like yesterday’s stale sandwich.
My comforting observation to myself, is that my worsts don’t seem to be as bad as they used to be. Happy New Year…may 2017 be bright and populated with happy little clouds and trees, with friends.