Hubby and I went to the New Bedford gallery where a piece of mine is on display. Couldn't resist a corny photo op!
Sometimes it's fun to forget that being an artist means hours alone in your studio, throwing paint around and wearing your pajamas, and pretend that being an artist means you're a glamorous movie star on the red carpet being snapped by the paparazzi.
My husband is one of those (rare!) photographers who makes everyone look good. Even at family birthday parties, when we're blowing out candles or have cake in our mouths, his photos make you look sane, normal, perhaps even attractive! (My Mom says he should work at the Registry of Motor Vehicles, taking license pictures. As we all know, they need his talents.)
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