I love you and yet I hate you

Damn you Bourdain. Your traipsing around the world had rendered me unable to sleep so I am up at this ungodly hour. And in mere hours I will have to go to work for it is already Monday, probably fueled by an uninspired, insipid breakfast while you feast away on pasta slathered with sauce concocted from roasted tomato on a balcony facing the ocean in Sicily. I hate you, Bourdain (but I love you too. Such a complicated emotion it is).

To make matters worse, my cat is trying very hard to occupy my workspace by sitting on my tablet and hooking a paw over my working hand. I am only tolerating her because she recently had her uterus and Falllopian tubes removed and is wearing a pathetically hilarious cone over her head. Only this time, kitty.

Random colour sketch rendered in Photoshop. Testing out that whole colour in grayscale first then overlay colour in different layer thing.

Detail of her face.

Bourdain is My Bane

You know that show 'No Reservation'? Where celebrity chef Anthony Bourdain traipse around the world and partake in the cuisines with wanton abandon? (he was less enthusiatic with the fermented shark in Iceland.. but still ..) It makes me hate him because I am practically chartreuse with envy. Yes! Not merely green, but chartreuse! It takes a special kind of jealousy to be able to turn into a specific hue of green.

What's worse is that after a session of the show, I'd be left with tantalizing images of gorgeous food which sears itself into my mind, and I'd go home to salvage a kitchen which yields nothing but instant noodles (onions included if one is feeling fancy).