Yahoo Dalores, Gesundheit and Merry Christmas y’all 😘

It’s a beautiful day in the neighbourhood. It’s Christmas morning and all the presents are opened. Now what? I always dread Christmas morning because after all the anticipation and excitement, everything quickly comes to an end. So anti-climatic.

We got a sous vide contraption. We opened it on the night before Christmas when not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. Well, except for Speedy Gonzales — he’s a mouse and he was stirring his hot coco.

I made my best, ever, boiled egg with the new sous vide. Ramen style boiled egg. It was delicious. It was just like how great grandma used to make with her sous vide. Back then electricity was not widely available. Great grandpa had to run in the wheel to generate electricity to operate the sous vide which she monitored through her app on her mobile phone. Nikolai and my great grand parents did a lot of FaceTime’ing. I’m not sure how they got their hands on such technology during their period, but they have always talked about Nikolai’s inventions on Christmas morning. They would talk about their Christmas celebrations with Nikolai and singing their favourite carol, Yahoo Dalores, underneath an energy generating contraption that Nikolai invented. They stopped doing that after Nikolai discovered that the microwaves were slow-cooking them! Fortunately no lasting harm done. Funny, they had wondered why they always felt warm and fuzzy under that contraption.

Anyway, the tradition of sous vide eggs and singing Yahool Dalores continues with this generation.

Yahoo Dalores, Gesundheit and Merry Christmas y’all 😘

PS: Say, it’s only a paper moon. But it wouldn’t be make-belief if you believed in me 😉

Four new paintings available at The Station Gallery of Delaware

It’s a beautiful day in the neighbourhood. Wishing you all a Merry Christmas and a prosperous and happy New Year!

I have submitted four new paintings to The Station Gallery of Delaware.

Make this you mantra, in a world where you can be anything, be kind, because this big blue marble which we call Earth is just one big little neighbourhood. Could we be neighbours?

Clockwise: Sunset over Kennett Square, Good Morning, Winter Thawand and Late Summer Morning in the Garden.

Hey neighbour

When we see artists announcing a sale of one of their works or some of their works, we oft imagine that this is a common occurrence — their stuff sell fresh off the easel. Sigh, we wish. Unless she or he is a fabulously famous artist, for many other artists, our works wait, and wait till the right patron comes along and it calls out, “Hey there, I was made just for you!”

This is one of my favourite paintings. I have a few other variations of my neighbour’s house as viewed from the back of my studio-house. Every other season, it never seem to appear or feel the same. I think everything, like humans, has its own mood swings. Nothing stays the same. So what’s new?

Thank you mystery patron. 

I have a selected few available at The Station Gallery of Delaware. 

Neighbour. Oil on stretched linen, 20 by 16 inches. Private collection.