CD Cover 3

This lady emerged from the dark colors around her. All watercolor except the two lights in her eyes (tiny touches of white acrylic, gentled with my finger tip - yes, I paint with my fingers as well as with my brush and rags).

So far these are all over the map - each suggesting a different approach, a different style. They all feel familiar, though - mine, not imitations of something or someone else. That pleases me hugely - picture a Cheshire Cat grin on my internal face. I'll be wearing my beret at an extra jaunty angle on my walk with Dearest this afternoon.

>> Appendix de Grenouille <<
Etienne has been working diligently on these petit paintings. He has other work to be doing, and he is wickedly playing hooky (as he says) with these. I look down on them from my spot beside the red lizard, in the midst of the growing Dunny party, and wonder what will be next. Is there perhaps a grenouille in there anywhere?

But if no grenouille emerges, I have scant reason for complaint; Etienne has painted my portrait several times. In one painting I even appear more than once, including as a hill. Not everyone can claim to be a hill - but, then again, perhaps some would prefer not to inspire such a comparison? When you are as small as I, it is flattering to be imagined so large.