Life can’t be all sailing and drawing fanciful, idyllic scenes while bobbing gently on the boat, can it? (Although I’m trying my best.) Life is full of funerals and surgeries and mothers gone missing (she turned up eventually) and having to make money doing things other people don’t want to do. I'm not complaining, I'd just rather be sailing... or drawing.
Here’s the stuff we need to take with us to another painting job. In the middle of the frame are my coveralls. I call them my Jackson Pollocks. Someday I’ll put then on eBay and make millions.
Here's me working on a piece I call "Wall in White".
I got within spittin' distance of finishing the tight pencils on The Wish. So close. As soon as we're done painting it'll be back up to the boat to cool off and get those pages done.