Suffering for One’s Art

by Lisa


I painted this last weekend in beeeautiful sunny Southern California while those poor snotty football players were freezing their cojones off in the frozen tundra of the North. Here’s what I don’t understand: why is there a football team in places where playing is inhumane? Who’s original brainstorm was that? And how do they even get so good at playing in those conditions? You just have to pity those poor filthy rich cute sexy built hulks.

And while you’re at it, as you look at the scenery here where I was painting you might ask yourself  – where did poor Lisa go to the bathroom?

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4 Responses to Suffering for One’s Art

  1. kevmoore says:

    Okay, you see that tree in the distance? No, not that one…a bit further over..okay, see the brown one? Well, the tree on the left of that. I think you went behind there. It’s just a guess.

  2. grfxho says:

    Well, duh. You went at the Starbucks a block down the road. Those things are EVERYWHERE.

  3. Mamadou says:

    Hi Lisa,
    I am really delighted to discover your blog.

    About your current post, at first sight I thought your
    painting together with the accessories were a
    laptop computer presenting a picture of the scene
    on its screen.

  4. lbtowers says:

    Hi Mamadou, I’m glad you found us!

    I like your observation. Now that you mention it, it does kind of look like a laptop. In fact, for grfxho, I could photoshop a Starbucks right in that sucker.

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