Sharing a hotdog with Death

Okay, so I'm drinking Matt's Dead Guy Ale and talking to Carrie (ahem ... never stop dreaming, sweetheart).

Anyway, she wanted to see the painting before she went to bed. It's not finished. I mean, it's typical for me to keep going back and adding or changing or whatever. That's why I love acrylics. Not that I paint very often, so it's kind of a moot point.

Um, it's Death. With my tattoo-to-be at the top. (Hey, say tattoo-to-be five times fast ::grins::) Hmm ... and she's playing a piano, although you can't really tell that unless you, too, play a piano, because that's like the typical piano posture. Consider her my muse.




So, I get a little nervous about posting anything here that might meet with disapproval. I don't know why. I'm trying to get over it. But, yeah. I don't paint much. Just needed an outlet today. So please don't tell me it sucks. ::grins::

Now, back to my beer. Oh, and an Abita after that. Peace.