5 hours is NOT enough sleep

I was up until 1 getting the last painting finished and matted for WorldCon. Alarm went off at 5:30. I finally crawled out of bed around 6. I've been keeping myself on my feet by applying illegally high doses of caffiene to myself in the form of coffee and brownies.

The painting turned out nicely, though. I even still thought so this morning.

Note: Kittens are NOT conductive to hours of intense painting. In fact, I got so annoyed with them that I locked their little clawing butts up in the bathroom for most of the evening.

My Boy once again proved himself to be a wonderful boy and matted stuff for me last night. He only really needed to mat 2 pictures. All the others I had mats cut for. As is, I have 6 paintings and 2 prints going.

Paintings:
Autumn Fading

Stalking

Snagged
A hydraulic frog, a wierd little dude and a collaborative work called the Rat King. The Rat King was a pencil sketch by Nick Graves. You can see it over at his gallery on Deviant. I'll have pages up for these three probably tomorrow. I'm too tired today.

The prints are just
Dryad
and
End of the Storm

If you stop in at WorldCon, definitely stop in at the art show. Some of the artists showing there this year are truely worth a look or two.

EEEEEEEEEEEE!

I got to meet Michael Whelan. I shook his hand and everything. Now I wish I was actually attending WorldCon instead of just showing there. His work is SO much more impressive up close and in the flesh.

I also got to spend some time talking to Theresa and Barry. They're hoping to go up to Salem sometime this weekend. Mathers in Salem ... fitting, huh?

You'll have to forgive me, I'm utterly beat and I keep looking at my hand going "He shook this hand, I can never wash this hand again, no, wait, I have to wash it when I use the bathroom, its unhygenic otherwise, damn, I can never go to the bathroom again..."

I need sleep.