Some Thieving Bastard

  Opened a blues bar in my home town of Cape Girardeau, back in 2006 (ish). Blues On Broadway. it seemed like a good chance to get some exposure for my artwork. I hung ten blues themed paintings in there, looking for exposure and maybe a sale or two. After a few months the owner packed up in the middle of the night and stole everything that wasn't nailed down. Even some things that were. Light fixtures. Doors. Coolers. My artwork. My beautiful artwork. I haven't seen them since. I have no idea where they are. If they'd even remember me. Perhaps suffering from some terrible Stockholm Syndrome, thinking they are even paintings anymore. It's too sad for me to think about. These are the ones that were taken:

   I think these were all. There might have been two more, but my record keeping has become sloppy. I did report the theft to the Cape Girardeau police department. The officer taking my statement basically said it was my fault. I also called the Paducah police department. I very nice investigator took my statement and worked very hard to track the POS down, or at least find my paintings. She hasn't had any luck so far, but we are now married.  

  If you ever see any of these out anywhere, or any music themed paintings that look like this, please contact me. I'd just like to know they're alright. I wouldn't hurt to learn that the guy that took them has suffered unimaginable things, but I feel he'll get his in the end (perhaps even literally).

Ranting

  It's been quite a week. Hospital stay, doctor visits. Somehow I feel worse than I did when I started. I've finished the work on my studio, which, ironically, has slowed the work IN my studio. I've been off work from my day job for ten days. I thought I'd have more to show for it, but I suppose that's way too much to ask. The more I do this, the more stuff pops up in my way to slow me down. I guess as long as it doesn't stop me I'm good. Every once in a while I wonder what it's like to be a regular 9 to 5 guy. Work, go home to the family, BBQ on the weekends, vacation, and what ever else is involved (I've only seen it from the outside). Would I be happier? Probably not. Would I be less frustrated? Maybe. I'm really not sure, but sometimes when all the shit piles up I can't help but wonder.
  I do have some new ideas. My art supplies are readily accessible. I got a new lava lamp. I have live plants in my studio. All in all, I'm in pretty good shape. Doug from years ago would be impressed. Future Doug will probably be sympathetic. I'm just frustrated at my lack of measurable progress. I wonder if I'm posting too much pf my artwork. I seem to be getting less feedback. Maybe I should just log off and paint. And draw. And start that new sketchbook idea.