Agita.

So, as some of you may know, I've been working on a project lately with the J*unior L*eague. We were tasked with revamping a multi-purpose space at a local children's charity in Trenton.

We have ordered various furniture and other supplies to help outfit the room and we also planned to paint a mural.

Note that there is one large focal wall in this space which is at least 30 feet high-- it's tall and narrow and would have been perfect for a Chagall-esque mural a la the Metropolitan Opera House. Did we do something like that? Not in the slightest.

One of our chairwomen had a contact with a local artist who was supposed to be the best thing since sliced bread. She was going to do a design, yada, yada, yada. Well, one kiln fire later (she works mostly with tile, apparently) and she couldn't help us. So, one of our other committee folks reached out to a local interior designer who does children's murals (meanwhile, it was basically ignored that I had prepared a design and I can draw... but such is life!)

So, instead of a thirty foot Chagall, we ended up with one short wall and a giraffe. Since the giraffe scene wasn't quite filling up the room, the ladies elected to paint a secondary tree elsewhere in the space. Above is the tree as it was when I arrived this morning.

Below is the tree, after I spent from 11:30am till 4pm painting it.

It still totally looks like something that you'd see in the waiting room of your local pediatric dentist, but what can you do? We're not even going to discuss the giraffe. ;)