Egon's Debut

Good evening.

In the quarters of the Spanish flat plays the muses where Egon sat.  On certain evenings on the marina boulevard the muses move to the smoke filled beat - rainy stars shine iris and wine - and silly  happy Egon takes his red seat.  The Russian's and Blonds and Carmel ales flow through the night where the women sail.  Down the shiny streets you can see them dance and back at the studio golden honey flows.  Egon comes and takes a bow and entertains the muses and wakes up with a smile.

And in somewhere between now and then I was able to catch with mischievous pen, a character flushing with flash chagrin and lovingly painted in mirth and whim.  This done in oil on a 16 x 24 inch piece of masonite.