Corndog Days are here again...

2 Days till the Fair! Eeeeeep! It's about to get REAL! 9 hour days painting at the Fair, no post-lunch cat naps to recharge...will I survive?
For those of you not in Texas- the State Fair is a big to do that gets put on annually right before Halloween and it is thousands and thousands of people non stop and fun exhibits and crazy food and rides. This will be my first time taking on such a challenge...not just live painting for an event but live painting daily for the duration of the Fair-almost a month. 😳
I'll be set up in the Women's Museum with my friend Modesto who invited me to participate. He will be live painting also! Our section of the exhibit is part of Mundo Latino and there will be a chocolate exhibit there this year.
Yes. CHOCOLATE. My vice!
Today I go scout our area and do food prep for the upcoming chaos. Tomorrow is install day- finally getting the art hung and the table laid out. Then there is a big party for us to attend tomorrow night and I think the cameras will be rolling 📺 more details as I get them.
Then Friday is SHOW TIME- opening day of the Fair and time to paint for the curious eyes. It will be fun, exhausting and noisy. I forsee myself falling asleep right after dinner every night. I have energy issues-as in not enough energy most days.
There will be days I can't be at the Fair because of work (I still do commercial work for a company on the side) but I will try to let everyone know in advance so you aren't looking for me and Im not around 😜
And I will try to do a few videos while Im there to keep in the loop. My "corndog cam" so to speak.
Anyway, about to get lost in the crowds and wanted to update before it got crazy.

Latest collected piece in its new home ❤ Say hi to Sukha! Isn't she cute?

This is Tuco inspecting a piece that was drying...nope, not dry yet!

Latest finished pieces- I think I like it as an informal diptych! They will go together as a whole.

Busy, busy in the hive- hope to see you at the Fair!

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