Sometimes you wake up in the morning and you feel like hell warmed over, all funked out and blurry eyed. Oh sure, the previous evening was fun, what with the caterwauling, guffing, tomfoolery, and yahooing. But now it's the next day and there's that one thing to look forward to: a big ass cup of hot coffee.
Waiting for Coffee. Oil pastels on acrylic and pumice. 36 X 36. May 2015.