I know, Glee 1 has not been shown yet. It's not even drawn. Well it was drawn, and then it got covered up with a lot of paint. See, it was on top of this large lioness which I really didn't want to do (but she would but in), and then I decided I didn't like the composition for Glee 1 which I had drawn on top of the still showing lion, and so I whacked them all with paint and scribbled all over it with Prismacolors. Neon Prismacolors: gorgeous badly behaved colored pencils, carnival barker loud, in your face and poke you in the eye but in a nice way, grab you by the collar and make you wish you had had half that much whiskey yourself, police whistle right in your ear starting the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade and all the biggest and most garish balloons are all bunched up in the front. That sort of color. I love them like a puppy licking up a fallen ice cream cone. They make me drool (I've gotta watch that; it ruins the artwork).
This is Glee 2 and it might be the most straightforward of the forthcoming Glee paintings. This is how glee makes me feel, when it takes me over and I feel something between a belly laugh and a giggle, that punchy feeling you get when you can't stop laughing, and you don't want to.
This is another of the 19x19 (well, 19 and 1/4 vertical) that I like to do. It is just watercolor. The original is a bit more yellow (birds and his top hair locks) and the blue is deeper (it's French ultramarine!).
>>>> Appendix de Grenouille #35 <<<< This provocative jar rests on the grande pine bureau where Steve keeps his socks and numerous T-shirts. The jar was a gift from his cheri. If you lived through the 1970s (congratulations, or commiserations) then you perhaps recall a song which was considered naughty at the time, but would be nothing now compared to P!NK or Christina Aguilera, much less the talking music without music. But I digress.
When you open this jar, which all the little children of this house used to do on the big bed between the parents, so the parents could prolong their rest, you will find it is innocently complete with pebbles. The light colored, less shiny stones (which Steve would call rocks in his tous tous charmant American accent - exactly the way he also says socks) he picked up on the beaches of North Carolina. The light can shine through them. But the others were purchased by Steve especially for this containeur, many years ago, because they are tres jolie and because they were polished to this lovely shine by being washed up and down on the sands of Hokaido. Objects tres belles, brought half way round the globe just to please the eyes and hands. Delightful.