A friend at work told me this story about a trip she made through North Carolina. She drove by a place with this big welded sign that said Garbage Angels on it. She said it looked like some sort of art gallery made out of garbage or something.

She told me the story when I was talking about my daily drawings. I do them at work now on my break. She said she paints but is a perfectionist. She told me she has this room in her house that is full of half finished or mostly finished paintings she started, but can't finished. And that's she jealous that I can't just sit down and draw from nothing but my head, that she needs a a picture, or image, or drawing of what to paint.

So here's a drawing I made just based off of the name Garbage Angels. Its probably nothing like the welded sign she saw. But I added the guy welding, a slogan, and a garbage pile with a guy standing by it to the drawing too. I like it.