As this season buttons a drab grey coat over it's last blinding red and green sweater with shortbread inlays, I have a confession.

I love colour. Even the ticky tacky stuff. This is Vancouver. She rains. She rains. She rains.  i'm pretty stoked that the days aren't getting any shorter. Colour good. Dark 'toopid. 

On Wikipedia,(until someone finds this) it lists me as an actress and an artist. It’s one of many the facts on that page that isn’t true in the sense of being actually so in the third dimension. I do however maintain a glorious fantasy life in which I am not only a master painter, but also half-way to alchemist. I make my own brilliant pigments out of various pongy muds, saps, and rare(but conveniently local and otherwise pestilential,) bugs. My fingernails maintain a righteous dye- scurf, my clothes are always gaily a-splat. As I said-- all in my mind. Not an artist.  I do, however, paint. Horribly! Horribly! Horribly! WOO-HOO! So. Much. Fun.

So here we are at the fundament of December 2011, and I want to really thank the actually capable and fabulous artists who have sent me fan art, and also art unrelated to cartoons -- a delight to my raggedy soul. Really, it just makes me so happy. I truly believe that all the good things in life happen while you are puttering. Below are some of my  @ Xmas colour piles. I hope this may inspire some happy fools to muck about free from from prissy old  Mr. Perfection-pants and his box of doo-like-me-disinfectant life-wipes. And I also hope those of you who wrote to me full of kind words for my talent, will recognize your own, and take it for walkies daily and give it a biscuit and massive moodjie-moodjie-moodjie from me. 

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