I was working on a painting – I personally thought it was very, very interesting.
It was an idea about villainy – a series of portraits of popular pop-culture bad guys, dreamy-gouache illustrations of villains going about their days, in the downtime between doing very evil things.

Anyway, mid-painting my dad wandered over and asked: “Are you painting something no one wants to buy again?”
A fair point.
I spent the rest of my holiday painting landscapes, dogs, cows, and little houses on hills.





Some of them actually sold, I don’t know what to do anymore. People really, really, like little houses on hills. I mean, it’s not my passion, but I really like the positive attention I get sooooo….
