same shit. different place.

it was painted from life, so you figure it out.

my boobies are sunburnt.

mix liberally, let rest for eight hours before suffering: -five hours direct sunlight -insufficient sunblock -five carafes of Rose -one salt water dunk -one large salmon and poached egg salad repeat Rose (4-6 glasses) add one full pack cigarettes sprinkle with additional bummed cigarettes throughout, then add: -three glasses of indeterminate Red wine -one bowl…

tomorrow is May Day, a significant holiday in France…for the banks, businesses and stores anyway. we have our obligatory Lily of the Valley on the coffee table…i fear mom may accidentally use it as an ashtray. the terrace geraniums fell victim to butts-syndrome earlier this year, but are making a nice recovery. have painting system…

is it just me or is everything i see a cheesy tourist scene? lots of paper, buckets of gouche…nothing to paint…. ok, so i could do the whole inner turmoil thing, but that is just as tired… if i don't find something inspiring soon, i'll be resorting to painting the dog. and that's just sad.

bought a giant (4ft x 30ft!) roll of paper today…quite "economique" for painting studies..i quite like this (new to me) watercolor sketching technique…very nice to practice material/surface (glass, metal, fabric, etc) techniques…been painting in the strong direct light on the terrace in the afternoons..much more pleasant than the "parking area" in Valleris! now, just have…

the only good thing about stress between Mom and Uncle Bert over the boat is that it has nothing to do with me! (for once!) everything is fine, but there are moments of tension because the work is sometimes so tedious and the various and sundry parts suppliers and sub-contractors for the incredibly important parts…

i ventured up to La Colle sur Loup this afternoon to investigate another art school…Maison des Arts to see if it had more to offer than the currently bleak state of affairs at the "Academy"…and indeed, by comparison, it was glorious! a beautiful little village, a lovingly renovated house and actual facilities…complete with sunny spacious…

i woke from my Sunday afternoon nap, joined Mom lounging in the livingroom, where a bag of tasty little 'tater chips had appeared on the table…hmmm, a salty snack sounds good…hand reached in and got….a soggy crumpled up snot rag?!? with nasty cigarette butts clinging to it? what the hell?!?! i don't know what was…