Jackson bought me acrylics for Chirstmas. Then he bought me this way cool wooden box for all my painty-things. I feel like a real live Ar-teest. I have been dying to start painting for weeks, but couldn't decide on a subject. Finally, after wandering around a bookstore a couple of weeks ago, I found my inspiration. I want to paint pulp art. This weekend I painted my first picutre - a picture of The Shadow.
I spread my paints and supplies out on the dining room table and got to work. Unfortunately, all that activity drew quite a crowd. Not content to stand on the edges and observe the process, they just made themselves comfortable.
Archie has always envisioned himself as an expert on whatever you are reading. He positions himself wherever he can obscure the most information. This allows him to give you the benefit of his advice without all that extraneous information clogging up the conversation.
Omar tired quickly of the whole thing.
I managed to complete my work, even with all their help. Maybe next time I will just paint cats.