Day Twenty Two: Frida Kahlo was middle aged before she ate a meal alone. Sounds suffocating.

Sitting alone contemplating a bottle of wine. I know I should not drink alone, but in my experience, the sound of a corkscrew brings people out of the woodwork. And besides, it is a small bottle, perhaps there is inspiration right there under the pretty label. It looks like the color of love, and the name is called Sunset. I am starting to feel all romantic with myself. Woowoo!

So here you go, so I can go:

January 22: Uniball pen on Bogus recycled rough sketch. 4.5"x6"

So, off I go in search of a corkscrew, a cup and a new surface to deface. Now go away, I am not really in the mood to be watched (or share!).