In which I return to the bird I love best.
I love the smell of encaustic paintings: beeswax.
I took a class in encaustic, which is to paint with hot wax.
Maybe I was remembering the greens I grew up with. (This is no New Mexico scene.)
A painting for the bold of heart.
Fancy ladies strut for spring.
A bold lady full of demands.
When a rooster fails you, start again. Over and over again.
In which we get a behind-the-scenes glimpse at the glamour of the barnyard.
Who says chickens deserve all the attention?
Donkey with Turquoise.