I spent the weekend painting

I’m pretty sure I was more productive this weekend artwise than I ever have been. First, here’s the painting I finished:

5×7 oil on panel

I’m super proud of this one. It’s based on a photo on Pexels, which, like Unsplash, is a copyright-free photo site. It’s my first still life ever, and I’m pretty sure I’m still under ten oil paintings total. Here’s my entirely inferior acrylic underpainting:

Oils make a world of difference. I also worked on another painting this weekend. The clouds are new:

This one is pretty good, too, though I need to figure out what to do with the land. It’s based off of an Unsplash photo of tree silhouettes at sunset, but I might just add low hills. Here’s the acrylic version of the sky:

Theyre behind the crappy panels I’d been buying from Michael’s. I wanted better quality, so Palmer and I went in halves on a table saw. I learned to use it and cur my first set of panels yesterday.

After I cut them, I gessoed both sides and sanded the side I plan to paint A good time was had by all.

In other news, there was a massive gas leak across the street from my house on Friday. Palmer and I had to evacuate with the dogs, and we had to spend the evening with Palmer’s parents. The doggos were so good, but we were all grateful to be home after all that drama.

Palmer got a video of the leak and noise:

And I took pictures of the dogs. First at the church a few blocks away:


And then at Palmer’s parents’ house:


We we’re all exhausted the next morning. We rested for a lot of the day and then headed out to our EXCELLENT seventh anniversary dinner.


I’m glad we had most of today to recover.

All is right with the (pizza) world

About a year ago, my Very Favorite Restaurant made a Horrible Decision. Rotolos, a pizza chain in Louisiana, dropped their 8-inch personal pizzas from the menu in favor of either 13-inch pizzas or pizza-by-the-slice, which only included cheese, pepperoni, and a daily specialty pizza. The last thing we would want is two pizzas because mine, at least, would never be eaten because of Our Friend the Beetus. Palmer likes meaty pizzas with marinara sauce, and I like vegetarian pizzas with alfredo sauce, so you can see how a problem might arise.

After this Terrible Decision, we didn’t go back for several months, until their sign miraculously said “Personal pizzas are back!” We went in for dinner, only to be told that those pizzas were only served at lunch, and possibly only during football season.

In the meantime, I discovered that their buffalo wings are very tasty (and they don’t make me feel like Death afterward like Buffalo Wild Wings’ do), so we went back every few weeks. Welllll, last week we were talking to the manager about a ridiculous Detroit Style pizza that looks like dessert, and he said they’d brought back personal pizzas all day and for good! Hence the photo above.

I’m glad they saw the errors of their ways. Here’s a double rainbow.