Fur In The Paint

My brother has requested a horse portrait for Christmas. (Mind you I got the incredibly old reference photos just 2 weeks back) At the time I said I would probably be able to get it done. (Clearly I adore my brother to even consider it with those parameters)

Me: But you know there are no guarantees here. I mean the gallery is hopping and I’m using incredible old reference materials and you know the stars in the heavens need to be aligned and . . . ”

He’s all “Don’t give me that shit. I suppose you want me to sacrifice a chicken over my toilet at midnight or something. And I am all out of fresh chicken you know! I mean I might have a few frozen breasts in the freezer . . . but I don’t think that would work !”

Mike describes my relationship with my brother as “rough and tumble.” I have previously said my family swears like a bunch of drunken sailors (or perhaps I said pirates? Truck drivers maybe? Whichever one is worse) and it has taken a great deal of self-discipline to stop most of my casual swearing. However after talking with family for even a little while, I kinda revert. (Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.)

Mike said he called yesterday (I was out sick) and said my brother just about had a coronary when he heard that I hadn’t yet begun the work. (Yeah, I know. But I have a really good reason. Well several in fact.)

So I thought it would be funny to email this to him as a little poke. Of course it would have been a whole lot more funny if I had the painting he requested done. However, this may in fact be the only artwork that gets done by Christmas. But heck, I bet it’ll frame it up nicely.

The words in the email:
Subject line: preliminary line drawing
Text: “I think the color needs tweaking.”

Tags: doodles

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