Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Croque Madame

Because I'm pretty sure that I only have one reader I'm 99% sure checks in on me, this one's for you Croque Madame. And if you are reading this in a sleepy hollow with croissant flakes on your lap, even better. I introduce to you, Jean Peal. (Pronounced, Zhan Pol, en francais, obvi.) 

La famille des chats (the cat family) continues. They are weird. And wonderful. And crack me up. And free me up. So I love them up. I won't lie, it's not the best feeling in the world when "coming home" to your art voice is painting cats in striped bateau french tees and berets but there it is. We all have a voice, a signature, a quirky go-to comfort zone that brings us back to our authenticity. We don't need to stay there...thank god I have baked goods and typewriters to fall back on! But man, when you're tired or weary or kind of burned out and it doesn't feel as fun as it used to, it sure is great to paint the thing that for no reason at all makes you feel like a kid having fun. They are the comfort food of creation. A good ol'fashioned grilled cheese. A Croque Madame, s'il vous plait. xo

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