Ev-owl-ution

This past week has been busy.. to recap: went to san pedro, started to paint owls, went to the desert, had a boggle showdown, continued owl painting, played a 'punk' in a Germs biopic, continued owl painting, drove up to the top of the verdugo hills and watched the sun set over a chilly day.




While I work, my hands/pants/self generally look like this:


I have a very close relationship with masking tape. Seriously, I can now hold a conversation for at least 20 minutes about the finer points of a good 2" roll of Shurtape. Sad. But also kind of awesome.

I would also like to point out that my hands have been creased and crinkled, much like a discarded piece of tissue paper, since I was a little girl. If you know how to read palms, call me..