Day 3: Butterflies, Etc.

I had to take off painting yesterday and let this dry a bit before adding the details. Once again, I find myself wondering why the heck I picked this fabric! It’s another crazy-maker. Guess I’m addicted to struggles. The one thing I really loved to paint? The abalone shell. The colors –lavenders, turquoises, pale blues, golds, rusts, yellows — like a kind of circuss! Maybe someday I’ll do a big painting full of nothing but abalone shells. Which would go over big, up here in northern Michigan. Ha ha. Maybe I should live on a tropical island, where I could pick up all kinds of cool shells. As it is, I have to rely on snagging them at estate sales.

My eyes were getting crossed at one point, so I took a brief stroll down to the swamp. My dear Picasso followed, checking out all the tantalizing smells. Here he is, investigating the situation on the other side of the creek. After that, he was happy to return to his little observation basket in the studio.