Those kiddos have now been sick for going on three weeks (flu, then colds, now hacking coughs), and I have been making myself paint through it all. I say "making myself" do it because I know that the only way to be a better artist is to work through the crappy paintings. What I need to do is show up and let whatever happens, happens.

So, when I paint things I feel less than fantastic about, I try to find pieces I like about it. So here's what I like:

* I like the eyes.
* I like the color of the butterfly (which was not the color it started out as).
* I like the way that I resisted being anal-retentive about the details on the flower and just sploshed the paint around.

I don't think the whole thing hangs together, but there are certain parts I do like. Click here to see the whole thing. For some reason, this reminds me of George Harrison. Or something hippie-ish from the 70s. Or the paintings of where the eyes follow you around.

And for some odd reason, I really like all my paintings upside down. What the heck does that mean?