It's scary, but Austin Kleon is gently nudging me to show my work. I have sketched out the book and this is the first drawn and painted illustration of my book based on my play Pulani. This is the imaginary Islan Pulan with Islan Guahan in the background.

In an online magazine I subscribe to, Narratively, I came across this piece that I know will be a reminder to me (and other artists) about how to be a legitimate artist in the eyes of the IRS. The title of the piece is "The Nightmare Audit of an Indie Artist," and it is about how 2 very interesting artists in Minnesota, a married couple, survived (yay, that's the spoiler) an audit. 

When I went to Buenos Aires this past November, of course we had to take a tango lesson. We had a contact who had referred us to her tango teacher in La Boca, a charming area in an old part of Buenos Aires. I hadn't intended to fall in love with tango, I thought it would be a "one-night stand." But, fall in love, I did. I got bit.

This is my attempt to unravel how this happened. 

I was talking to an artist-retired educator friend of mine about my new endeavor, drawing. I told her that I have tried in the past to learn to draw, and gave up all those other times. She believes anyone can draw, and I am in full agreement. All it takes is looking at what you are drawing, and drawing what you see. 

I have a lot of "stuff." One of my tasks in my retired life is to go through my stuff and get rid of anything that no longer carries meaning for me. I came across this ORB, and though it's been years that I've held it in my hands, this is a keeper. It is like my guitar, a part of my true self that has been neglected.