On biscuits: Something to do with buttermilk (& salt), getting somewhere (soon).
On paint hen: It slays me when artists (painters) say any of the following:
1) "Yeah, dude (or man), I'm making some really beautiful work right now."
2) "Well, I'm a painter." (Points to what I call "dirty" jeans or hands)
3) "I just work until I know it's really good. Know what I mean?" (No, I guess I don't. I only work 'til it's slightly past atrocious?@#$%%!!@)
4) "My work is pretty much revolutionary."
My point? Today I had a magical (like Disney) day of painting. The process and progress impresses me more than the result. Still and yet, I could totally hear all the wisdom of advisers, professors, friends, and family. That's a lot to listen to all day long. And I did not over-paint and then have to wait four days to "fikkit". In other words, I felt as if I were applying some of the information I've received and tried, though not always successfully, to practice over the years.
In any case, I'm ascairt now. What if tomorrow I start wearing jeans with paint smears?
On frosting (or icing): Making (or buying) this dessert accessory has someway become a mark of good vs. bad parenting. While I was unable to get it together for my son's cupcakes, I did manage to make both cupcakes and frosting from skritch for my husband. I know that's not exactly "parenting", but it's "somewhere from nowhere" (as my uncle says when it's unclear about the import of the subject).
"backside of raccoon bluff"
24" x 24"
oil on canvas