I love Macaroni Grill. It is the only restaurant I know that gives crayons to the adults. And it is always an adventure to see what colors and how many you get (although it is a bit of a bummer when you get three of the same color - we have been known to go to the crayon basket and pick our own). In this particular instance they were my excuse for not making polite conversation with my inlaws. My mother in law called Bryan the "designated visitor" that night. And it was true. After eight days with them I just didn't have any conversation left. In fact by now it had started to repeat. And after two weeks of missing my artist date the crayons were looking pretty good. So while waiting for the food Bryan carried the conversational load, and I looked up to add an occasional comment while maddly scribbling. Daniel was reading a book the whole time.
I took a picture of my latest Mac Grill crayon masterpiece. I'm emailing it to you.
how did you know what i look like?
bobbie,
Ha. funny. Representationally or metaphorically?
I am not sure what I was doodling. The act of shaping beauty with my current theme of the swirlies. Or maybe some sort of subconscience thing about being out of control. Which one would apply to you?
I do think my next painting may incorporate this.