It was chilly yesterday: I made sweet potato and black bean chili for lunch, and we (Maura, Mz, Lucinda, and Laura) had to bundle up to stay warm, water-coloring outside.
I painted this cappuccino for an old high school pal who's in prison. (She got on the wrong side of a bad addiction.)
She wrote that she makes instant coffee in her hot pot, drinks it with powdered creamer and dreams of brewed coffee.
You can't mail watercolor paintings or coffee (or anything that could be mixed with illegal substances) to prison, so I printed a copy for her.
I painted this cappuccino for an old high school pal who's in prison. (She got on the wrong side of a bad addiction.)
She wrote that she makes instant coffee in her hot pot, drinks it with powdered creamer and dreams of brewed coffee.
You can't mail watercolor paintings or coffee (or anything that could be mixed with illegal substances) to prison, so I printed a copy for her.
