It was daybreak, it was a Monday, and I was out of coffee. This particular dry spell didn't have to happen. I'd knocked over the coffee tin and into the vacuum the beautiful, brown grains had to go-- but did I really have to suck them up into the beater bar of destiny? I could've rinsed them off, like I do everything else, and no one would have been the wiser. There is no back-up coffee in the house. This fact caused my face to transform, then I noticed Courbet's self portrait on the top of an old brochure, had a funny feeling, and glanced in a 2 x 6 inch kitchen mirror:
OH NO! Not the COFFEE!!! I can so identify. Beautiful work as always my friend! Courbet would be pleased.
ReplyDeleteI've learned my lesson, Sam.
ReplyDeleteI enlarged your painting and enjoyed it very much. No only did it produce a big smile, but I could see just how very well it was painted. SOOO expressive. Wonderful.
ReplyDeleteElena, you are SOOO generous with your words! it was a fun sp-- many thanks
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