Going to the Ghoulie Gras

My land, it is March already!  I don't know about you, but as I'm getting older I am noticing that time feels as though it is moving faster, just like my mother use to say to us when we were in our teens.  I remember thinking at the time how silly that comment was because time was time, so how could my mother possibly be experiencing it differently from us, her own children?  Little did I know.  I don't necessarily feel older, or perhaps I should use the term mature, but I definitely am suffering from the feeling that time is moving at warp speed.  Slow it down Scotty, I need to get more work done and those warp engines are going way too fast.  (Yikes, a Star Trek reference!)    

In between worrying about my time dilemma and working on sculpted pieces last week, I was also able to complete a painting from a sketch I have had that is close to two years old, "Going to the Ghoulie Gras".  If we can have Fat Tuesday, (Mardi Gras), the ghouls must have a day of fat as well....even though most ghouls I know are on the lean side.  Actually, I just liked the sound of Ghoulie Gras, even though it doesn't translate well. 

This little pumpkin fellow has a Ghoulie Gras mask in hand, a night scene, bats and graveyard as a backdrop, and a smiling pumpkin companion willing to roll his way across the landscape to attend the festivities.  The painting is 5" x 7", and looks nice mixed in with some of the Halloween characters completed for Ghoultide Gathering. 

Well, I'd better get back to work because tomorrow will be Friday already (not really, but it feels like it.)  Have a great and productive week!

Laurie