Later this week you will see the double entendre in the title to this post.

Anyway, I signed another canvas tonight. Then I sketched out another one on a large canvas. Hobbes helped me, rubbing against my leg and trying to get up on my lap to help with the pencil work.

It is another 'food' or 'pastry' series painting, only 20 inches tall and 16" wide. If the sun ever returns over Ohio I will take it out to the porch and photograph it. (You can't shoot pics of paintings indoor or the flash will burn the shot. Out there I hold down the flash hood when I shoot. I get great diffused light because facing the side of the porch is a blank white stucco wall just twelve feet away on the side of the two-story apartments next door.

So I am well into finishing up some of these paintings that I started back in early December. Some of them are pretty far along. Others have humps to get over. Two of them are huge.

My sister called me last night. We talked for almost two hours. She said "That is a nice cookie photo you posted. Are you going to paint it?"

I said, "I never posted a photograph of the cookie. I posted the painting of the cookie."

"No," she said, "I saw a photograph, not a painting."

I tried to explain.

"O.K. I photographed my painting and posted the photograph of my painting. I never posted a direct photograph of the damn cookie."

"Nevermind, then. All I know is that I saw a photograph of a cookie. A real f**king cookie."

I changed the subject.