Hoot laddie! Ye went posh on me. Yer tanked oop on haggis an' put on yer formal tartan, trimmed yer beard into mutton chops and loosed a caber through the window at the museum and shimmied yer way in as a Scottish Mission Impossible maneuver. They'd never spot a Scot in full regalia breakin' in to the museum with such subtlety an' grace. Well, next time ye may want to buy a ticket and try goin' throo tha door instead o' pocketin' the coin and sneakin' in. . . though I approve of yer keen thrift.
Well it's good ta see yer sketches again. And the paintin's are comin' in like a ticker tape with stock exchange action. Go man GO!!!
Love yer wit what comes through your art, lad.