

Some parents prefer not to know the sex of the baby before it's born, some can't wait to find out. What if we get to choose the baby? What if the baby get to choose between us and "Fairy Odd Parents"? As much as I don't want to say this, it would be REALLY cool to be raised by "Fairy Odd Parents" :)
My palette is undergoing a slight transition (behold-) from orange-cadmium to umber-earthy. Frankly I am not use to it; I love cadmiums:( I am also banned from using any Turpetine or similar product, no big deal. The final painting is going slow but steady, still having lots of questions and areas waiting to be resolved. I like painting on the bigger plane scale, but they make such a headache to care for during any move (Can't wait to deal with it already, Alas!)
Odd Nerdrum is visiting PAFA again next year.
Life sends little packages at a person's most unexpected times... Some I wish to share, some I wish to embrace. Well, friends, this time around, the pure joy is for two. November is the month to acknowledge and celebrate our thanks for giving; it is now the most magical month for us, in an anxious and exciting way. I am looking forward to the New Year and the new adaptations. Joyjoyjoy!
I found a still frame of my old animation project. The subject, which I have always been very passionate about, is life, death and loneliness. This particular project is about a lonely old woman who suddenly passes away, her only companion- a black cat is quickly put to euthaniznation by her children because no one wants to spent their own money to take care of it - they had been waiting anxiously to receive their shares of her estates. Despite the effort, the children can't seem to find anything valuable in the belongings that their mother had left behind, so everything was disposed. The most precious belongings to the old woman were the old photos that recorded her life, they are the only reminders of her existence. Now the photos are gone, it's like she never even existed. 
We were invited to a artist's house for some tea and chat. The couple has the most exquisite, relaxing sanctuary like rooftop garden that over looks the center city. We sat in the garden, having tea while the sun was drifting away, watching the layers of clouds changing from red to yellow, and to bright orange pink. While we can experience so much in life- good, bad, sorrow,happy, grief... We will all eventually be forgotten and become simple organisms, rejoin nature and its endless journey to provide for new lives. With this thought, I feel truly fortunate to live a life that gives me enough time to treasure what people took for granted, loved ones, career, friends, and to create a family of my own. Now I think I can begin to understand and appreciate the color of her paintings.