Here is a tiny watercolor painting from the little moleskine book which I always carry around. After my trip back to the family farm, I was flying back to New York City through Charlotte airport when a great summer thunderstorm swept through the Piedmont with walls of water and bullwhips of lightning. This is what I painted as I shuffled around different gates and tried to comprehend the various announcements. The image, of course, has nothing to do with these circumstances: I would interpret it as a pair of elves in festive pink and purple outfits visiting the honkytonk district of Bugtown (while a 1960s spider in red pajamas and a black cape capers on the roof of an inn). Although the image is unrelated to being trapped in an airport, it does seem to have some of the anxious energy and strange unknowable characters which one encounters in such a scenario. I wonder what that ferret/civet in the lower left corner is doing with that long jar of while liquid?
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August 26, 2021 at 3:43 PM
Meg Miller
The ferret just went down to the 7-11 for milk for tomorrow’s breakfast, having forgotten to pick some up on the way home. He (she?) is annoyed at the velvet rope line at the bar interfering with what was hoped to be a quiet walk home. The fireflies are awesome and always welcome.
September 8, 2021 at 10:34 PM
Wayne
Those bugs DO look like they are waiting at a velvet rope line! I feel like a real ferret would have ways of dealing with such things, but luckily, this one is more subdued.