"Tea Drinking Angel"

(oil painting on canvas, 16X20, 2005)

"A woman is like a tea bag - you never know how strong she is until she gets in hot water."
Nancy Reagan

"Even a band of angels can turn ugly and start looting if enough angels are unemployed and hanging around the Pearly Gates convinced that all the succubi own all the liquor stores in Heaven."
P. J. O'Rourke

"I'm no angel, but I've spread my wings a bit."
Mae West

This painting is a tribute to my addiction to tea. Have I lived in Victorian England I would've been a perfect tea drinking snob. I can totally picture myself drinking tea for hours and stuffing my face with cucumber sandwiches. Of course, my real-life tea habits are far from formal High Tea traditions. I just drink it by the gallon from morning till night and I imagine that my guardian angel drinks it with me. After all no guardian angel will be able to stand being around somebody whose life revolves around tea without being a tea drinker him/herself.