This beauty has been painted at the request of my best buddy Mick, who wanted it rendered for his wife, Julie. Sadly Mick’s flat broke so all Julie will be hanging on her wall this Xmas is a print but this gives a chance to take advantage of his poverty and scoop up the original!
I have to admit that I’m not that well versed on Miss Twain, although I should be considering my staff played her album to death in the prep department of my diner through most of ’97. I lost count of the times I skipped out the front trilling ‘Man, I Feel Like A Woman’.
Boy, it was really embarrasing. And of course, the angora sweater didn’t help!