With the barkers and the coloured balloons

As I grow longer in the tooth I think more and more about Sugar Mountain.

Specifically, I would like to eat lemon meringue pie for breakfast.

At the kitchen table with my first cup of coffee and the newspaper, before I’ve even had a shower. Lemon meringue pie.

My mom makes the best lemon meringue pie in the world (it was my dad’s favorite) and to hear her talk about it, learning to make it solidify satisfactorily at this altitude and to get the meringue fluffy and toasted was a herculean feat.

I can’t remember the last time Mom made one. Dad’s been gone eight years. I’ll ask her about it and try to get the recipe. I will post the results here.

In other news, I’ve been enjoying making monotypes under the instruction of Joe Higgins at the Art Students’ League of Denver. It feels like a natural for my process, but SO much quicker, more immediate than an oil painting. The latest are too big to scan on my flatbed-I’ll take photos soon. Here are some smaller, earlier experiments:

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