These are custom oil paintings, commissioned pieces, from a whole lotta* years. Each one was done with a whole lotta* discussion with the customer (customer—custom art—get it?) to be sure to achieve what the customer desires.
This customer provided photos, but I went there myself and looked it over further, taking a few more pictures to be sure to get things accurate.
Yes, I am fully aware that Homer’s Nose does not appear above the Oak Grove Bridge in real life. However, the customer requested this, and my dad taught me, “You kisses their fanny and takes their money”. (No, no fanny kissing took place – it is simply a figure of speech that means you do what the customer requests whether or not it makes sense to you.)
This one was painted for someone who is color-blind, so I focused on contrast for him. 
I use pencil, oil paint, and murals to make art that you can understand of places and things you love for prices that won’t scare you.
*We discussed this term in yesterday’s post.








Today I went to Arts Visalia to gallery sit. It was closed!





!
On the first Saturday of the show, I gallery sat. Yep, that’s what it is called, like babysitting. The night before, the other artist’s work was featured on a local teevee news program. That brought a few people in specifically to see the show “Seen and Unseen” by Ricardo Favela. I visited with those folks, had relatively little to say but asked questions and listened to them, and then followed them into my show in Gallery 2, “Still Here”. Then I had much to say but managed to let them talk too.





In the ongoing virtual drawing lessons, (actually happening via email rather than Zoom or video) the horse that my student C is drawing has a name, and it isn’t Mr. Curly; the name is Buck. This reminds me of a scene in a Chronicles of Narnia movie (one of the few movies I have seen or actually remember anything) of one of the kids riding a horse. He says to the horse, “Giddy-up, Horsie.” The horse turns his head back a bit and says in a very disgusted and dignified voice, “The name is Phillip.”
