Ho! Ho! Ho!

No rest for the wicked not even on Christmas. 

I’m working today, as I did last night. I considered going out after work for a little holiday cheer Vegas strip style, but 11pm on the strip, what I saw was just depressing. The whole scene was dreary and, what’s the polar opposite of fun? That. It was that. 

Fremont Street Experience is a different kind of Vegas. It’s older and still has that original cowboy “light it up!” And “yeehaw motherfuckers!” vibe. Girls dancing on the outdoor bars. Tons of music. Freaks. Weirdos. Random packed crowds. Venice beach, CA, but with neon signs and cheaper drinks. I live just blocks away from there but by the time I got home I was so tired all I wanted to do was go to bed. No drink. Nothing. Just. Bed. Maybe tonight after work I’ll head out to FSE.

New Year’s Eve, NOT going to the strip. Ugh. You couldn’t pay me $10 million to go. Nope! I’ll happily chill in the art bars by my apartment, thank you. Elsewise you better make me an offer I can’t refuse.

Sahara Tableau, that’s what I was going to call my card company but, Tableau (an art term) isn’t a word commonly known among non-artists plus it’s easy to misspell. 

As creative as artists are we’re not terribly motivated naming our art work. A girl with a red balloon, is ‘Girl With a Red Balloon’. I was trying to be catchy with Sahara Tableau, I live in the desert, I make art, it sounded pretty, although extremely French, most words in the art world are either Italian or French. I’ll figure it out. You know how we girls do.;)

Merry Christmas!! 🎁🎄