When she was bad...

When I was young, my mother's preferred form of punishment for my shenanigans was a timeout in my room. Well, let me tell you, that was no punishment at all for me because then, as now, I relished the alone time, when I could draw up lists of my parents' failings, read voraciously, draw, and best of all, NAP!
The napping part continues to hover near the top of my list of ways to escape. Here's the first in a short series of "messy bed" pieces.  Oil on canvas, 9 x 12.