Occasionally a painting seems to come together so easily. Like putting a puzzle together, each brushstroke just seems to fit. This one felt like that. Until I was taking a photo of it and it fell, face first, onto my paint palette. @#$%! Wet blobs of paint all over the wet painting. It was salvagable, though – scraping and repainting didn’t take as long as I thought it would.
These crocuses were growing in the front yard until Holly spotted them. In other news, I mailed my radish painting to California yesterday for the 6″ Squared Exhibition. Wish I could go myself!