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mayday; mixed media on canvas, 8 x 8 inches.

Snowing this morning ... {!}. Sky like road through a forest; you know to keep going, but the light comes in gaps. Strangely, I drove to work for a change, the first time since I don't know when, so I could move some things out of my cubicle (enough with this stuff in many places; I am not a hedgehog and this is not winter, despite appearances on several fronts). Four more days 'til I'm off on parental leave.

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  1. parental leave!!!! wowswers! that sounds wonderful. i like this piece and i hope that the snow doesn't daunt your ususall cheery spring like self. happy tuesday!

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  2. Thanks, Susan! Strangely, you'll be hearing more from me over the next four months.

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  3. ha, snowing in late April... hard to imagine!
    love your painting, and thanks for your visit to my blog!

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  4. I always forget about the April Fake Out. Soon you'll be in the clear.

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  5. Thank you for popping in to my blog and taking the time to leave a comment! I thoguht I'd take a peek at yours! What amazing variety of art you produce. Most inspiring!!

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  6. 4 days! Yee hah

    The Dynamic duo...The Oonster and Dad. How fab

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  7. lovely little painting, great strokes and color, love her expression!

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  8. Love the painting! It makes me think of Toulouse Lautrec, somehow.

    iamemmamusic.blogspot.com

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  9. red, this is awesome.

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  10. i love this painting. and i am happy that you get to spend time with oona. lucky you!

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