A Hundred Cups of Coffee

I like my coffee like I like my art: dark, bitter, and full of rage. Ooops wrong artist. I must have been thinking of Francis Bacon.
Possibly fueled by caffeine, instead of rage, I have set myself a new project to be shown at some upcoming First Friday Art Trail. (Still need to approach my local coffee shop about using their wall space, but how can they refuse an homage, nay an altarpiece, to the beverage that draws in their business).
Let's just say it started with a few photos of my coffees on Saturday mornings at J&B. A moment to admire the artwork until it was swallowed up:

 

From there I began my homage to the steaming cup of Joe. A mug here, a cup there, until I wondered if I could make 100 artworks of my lovely lattes, my java jump starts, my mondo mochas, my bean bonanza.
Here are a few for a sneak preview. I have about 85 more to 'grind' out.  Yes, I said it.....

Of course, I also enjoy a nice cup of Earl Grey tea......but that's another challenge.