Last night I dreamt of frogs, lots of frogs. They were in my childhood home, where the old ladies live. It was weird. But not in a bad way. Apparently frogs in dreams signal transformation. Then again, what doesn’t?
In the morning my friend and I drove to Galveston. We ate brunch at Maceo’s and Ronnie’s chickens fearlessly approached us. I had to shoo them away. Apparently they fly out of the coop because Ronnie’s afraid to clip their wings. I offered to do it for him, because that’s the sort of weird and crazy thing I tend to offer, but he politely declined. The chickens seemed happy with that outcome.
After a much needed post-Island nap, I went into the studio. I tried to paint this abstract thing I’d dreamt of (not all my dreams involve frogs), but it came out very different. I so struggle with abstract. Anyway, I also painted a girl inside a soap bubble, inspired by a photograph my friend at The Amsterdamian took.
I was fairly happy with the paintings in the end. Also, while in Galveston, my friend and I discussed my opening a lot. She is now my official party planner! And she had a lovely idea for a special little surprise, a party favor of sorts I can give my guests to remember me by. It’s already ordered and no, I’m not revealing what it is!
You’re not going to tell even your most loyal blog follower, lol??
The abstract is a garden in bloom! Love the colors.
I will so tell you!!! Emailing you right now!
You’re the bestest!