You know the sort; seemingly slightly drunk at all times, stands too close in conversations, careening laughter. And yet somehow you just can't help but adore her.
How exciting to paint a fish. At first I felt sorry for it, but Mary Elizabeth pointed out that we were memorializing it....so all better! Lacking any silver oil paint, it was fun to try and capture the shiny scale-y -ness of it. And, well.... its dour expression was sort of a winning point as well.
hurray for the fish.
L.