I am painting. But alas I have to wait for the paint to dry.  The story of my life.  In the meanwhile I think of things like Pizza and chocolate chip ooey gooey cookies hot out of the oven.  I also dream of a big bright studio where I can spread out my canvases, keep my hardware out, and drip paint on the cement floor.  The sun would always shine in the windows.  Birds would sing techno songs.  There would be a sun deck with a zen garden enclosing waterfalls taller than me. The front might have a gallery with eager lighting and the back might have a lounge.  Dogs would be welcome, and people every now and then.  It would smell like eucalyptus and floating strawberries.

I would never need a tarp.

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