Samantha

[Renee Price]

Marvin,

Like Denise, I've been away for awhile and I come back to see this gorgeous painting! What a treat! Sylvia was my favorite, but this little darling has stolen my heart. I love the simplicity and the unfinished look--there is nothing to distract from her alabaster skin . Not many people can pull that off well, and obviously you have pulled it off and then some! To say that she is stunning is an understatement; my best complement has to be this--she breathes.

I hope you and your family are doing well.

love,

Renee

[Marvin Mattelson]

Ngaire, I would make room for you. Since you live in OZ can't you click your heels together three times and say, "There's no place like Atlanta!"?

It took me a few seconds to digest it, then I really liked it

Janel are you referring to breakfast of what your husband said?


Thank you Renee. She was the sweetest little girl and I'm so glad that I was able to capture her essence.

[Ngaire Winwood]

Marvin, I'm clicking and nothing is happening, am I there yet, am I there yet? Click click click, nope nothing.

I have lost site of Toto and the yellow brick road. I am not sure I have the right shoes on. Oh noooooooo, I have been transported back to being a peasant, no money, no job just a bucket full of dreams and wishes covered with a blanket of hope, with paintbrushes on top.

Next day while walking amongst my weedy garden, I found a genie bottle...Wahoooo!!! Rubing harder and harder, now trying really hard, there's smoke (no mirrors) still rubbing.....**** genie, no, not another packet of tim tams. I said "Send me directly to the workshop of Marvin Mattleson or at least Tim Tyler, you @#!*, not tim tams, what will I do with all these packets of tim tams. Paint with them?

That afternoon, walking back in side with tim tams, shoulders rounded with tears in my eyes, dragging my feet, I decide to click some more instead. Click, click, click, Am I there yet? Am I there yet? Am I there yet? Am I there yet? Sob, Sob. Am I there yet? Am I there yet? Sniffle, Sob, Sob, as I fall down to the ground in a comatised sleep dreaming of laughing and painting with Marvin at his workshop in Atlanta.

[Marvin Mattelson]

Maybe you should ask the Bad Witch?