I received an uplifting package in the mail the other day: a box full of the April/May issue of International Artist, in which I have a page. It couldn't have come at a better time, either. My soul is being slowly, steadily crushed by my current painting project. Not only is it enormous, and full of parallel lines and dastardly not-quite symmetry, but it's about as easy to photograph as Bigfoot so I have been unable to exorcize this demon by posting about it here on the blog.
I would have settled for "Pretty Good Painter you Probably Haven't Heard of," but "Master Painter of the World" is perfectly acceptable too. I feel like I need a heavy belt with a gold medallion the size of a plate set into it.