Congratulations on the spring holiday of March 8!
I do not call it a female, it is a popular Soviet holiday.
Because as said the great Rubik Khachikyan: "If he (she) would be nice, then I will be pleased. Well, if I will be happy, then you too will be pleased! "
I wish you health, great mood and good weather! And here she is now great: warm, everything is blooming (see my red face in the photo.)
. Houses all right. With a mother trying to talk less, so as not to go crazy and do not finish his own life in prison for the brutal murder. I communicated mostly with the cat. It is a wonderful companion.
And by the way, it nourishes me strong sexual feelings. I unfortunately do not answer her affection. But not because of Christian morals, but because I just can not imagine myself even in a distillery dream in the arms of the temperamental ladies, completely covered with a thick white and dirty hair. By the way it's a good idea to Hollywood. Here.
To my own horror, I'm starting to get used to being alone. And, perhaps, easily able to overcome the basic physiological flight problem on Mars. So where do you NASA and Roskosmos? I'm ready. It is only necessary to agree on the size of the daily ration of alcohol on a spaceship. Ha, Ha, Ha.
I present two of his latest paintings:
Picture 1. "poor unfortunate chick".
I did not want to stick a knife into the unfortunate plucked cockerel. In the original story in the film attended several mammals characters. But innate laziness led me. I hastened to draw a chicken on the canvas, not drawn pre whole composition scale. And the rest of the figure is not enough space. To save the picture had to fill the space with something else. And the choice I stopped on the knife as a plug in the dead of raw chicken I would have looked immoral. I myself shuddered, seeing their actions.
Picture 2. "AUTUMN".
She stylized oak and sad surprised a lone goblin. On this picture of myself look nice. Although, as he said recently Tarantino: "I do not understand people who do not like to watch your own picture." We must try to somehow draw a landscape.