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 I finished a piece today that I had started as a 'little' drawing to fill one of my many empty frames. I had received some old sketch paper in California from my grandma and wanted to pair its yellowing with some of my layered drawing. It took a lot longer than I thought it would take, but that was my own doing with adding more and more detail to such a small piece of paper. I am still in the process of trying to finish a collection of other paintings. They are inspired by my travels around France and the many things that I saw while traveling around. Except the one in the upper left hand corner which is one that I had been working on last summer and was left behind while I left for France. At the moment I think I am done except for naming the gallery. That and finding it a frame to put it in. I really need to work at cutting the paper to fit the many empty frames I have in my collection, so that I can display them easier and save money on going to get things framed. To

We stop somewhere in Eastern Washington on the way back to Montana. Coming back to the States has been an 'interesting' experience. After the stress of having to figure out living and how to get around once getting back, I have since spent most of the summer in hiding. Time to time popping into the Butterfly to work on art, but mostly staying in the apartment. Perhaps this was all the reverse culture shock. Having to come back to a place that I really don't understand. Like, why are so many foods flavored to taste like other foods? Or, why do so many people need large trucks that have large plumes of black smoke that explode out the back every time they push on the gas pedal? Although, I think the worst of all the reverse culture shock has been going to the grocery store and having to pay so much for so little. And then the discovery that Petti Rosso was no more.. When we got back it was nice and it seemed to keep raining wherever we went. We would wake up on Dustin a