I’m avoiding the doing.

You know, the actual art part of the artist gig.

Designs, digital drafts and a whole host of “buddy” pieces are complete and just waiting for brush, paint, needle and thread.

But I’m a coward…

And a perfectionist…

But, really, just a big, funny-looking chicken too busy clucking to “art.”

Yep, the prospect of another failure is freaking this chick out.

Tomorrow, however, the feathers come off!

No more pecking in the dirt. I am painting!

If there’s an occasional cluck, I won’t tell if you won’t.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe