Diagnosed with GAS!?

I always had a suspicion but it was confirmed yesterday as I was reading

about a fellow artist's problem in battling gas.

I knew immediately that was what I, too, have been suffering from and, as

of yet, unable to find a cure for.  GAS, or Gear Acquisition Syndrome, afflicts many

artists including musicians, wood workers and even cooks.

Symptoms include piles of catalogues, the hoarding of $-off coupons, and

the willingness to forgoe decent shoes in the name of more gear.

Soooo,

while I have boxes of unopened pencils and several used-once backpacks, I find myself turning

time and again to the same old brushes.  My workhorses just get better

with age and I owe them some appreciation.

They may not be new and shiny but they continue to get 'er done.

They deserve a medal and an ode but in lieu of either

I just thought a few moments in the limelight might make them

feel as special as they are.

Presenting the backbone of my gear, tried and true, in all their humble glory:

Ta-da!  Take a bow.