I have been in a funk all day. I went to yoga this morning and just couldn't stop kicking myself for blowing that Alamo cover painting. We did a half-a-happy-baby pose, but I wasn't a very happy baby. That scene was so sweet in my mind's eye and I just cartooned it.
Damn it all! I just hate being so incompetent.
Meanwhile, our water heater sprang a leak last night so I had to go home after yoga and wait for the plumber. I took the opportunity to paint on a larger version of the cover, hoping to save it. Couldn't finish it, so, paid the plumber ($576 house account) and came back into the office.
Deep inside the beast, Dan Harshberger was tweaking my painting in his computer and, unbeknownst to me, adding another sky color and punching up the Burger King sign glow:
Amazing. Now THAT is a decent cover! It certainly pays to have talented friends. Congrats Dan. You are the Man. Now I'm a happy baby.
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—Old Vaquero Saying