Turn This Mutha Out

Naturally, I started with the most tedious watercolor first.  I must turn 3 muthas out by next tuesday.  This presentation for Town of Buckeye is pretty much a big deal.  Today I finished painting tiny I-Beams all day and now *well actually not now, you should be so happy I waited until after I beat myself into a sweaty pulp before posting this* I am applying the pencil lead to the back of the second sketch.  I am really excited to start the second. It is zoomed into the action.  My shadows will be big and triumphant.  I can put detail into the rusted corrugated metal and the head gate will be stokin good.  Seriously, everytime I am working I sing to myself 'turn this mutha out' duh duh dah duh duh dah dah dah *did I add enough duh?*.   Then when I am really on auto pilot *this is usually while I am multi-tasking the crap out of 30 minutes*, my brain will mix in shit like "you got the best of my love - whoa whoa", Whitney Houston.  I know.   

Elvis pumpkin *a must for this season*.   Today it looks like a Honda cycle peeled out on my desk.  Are there Honda cycles? Man I hope so.  Did I tell you my brother called himself Honda once when we were crank calling yesterday.  Well the lady on the other end called herself Jaguar.  Orange leather for handbags, pattern pieces for a runner, Frank Lloyd Wright water color, sharp blades, and everything else I cannot find like Skibu.

Ween Ween. That's supposed to be the Honda.