The famous Peeps®. How people reproach me for them! And yet, could you stuff my peep down your gullet? No, it’s just a representation, is it not? So if I had written on my picture “This is a peep,” I’d have been lying!
Flotsam was an outdoor cat and disappeared one day. The thought that she might be sick or injured somewhere made me cringe, and I looked for her repeatedly over a period of several weeks. Also, I painted this image of her.
There’s something about Impressionist work that captivates me. Perhaps because I was myopic to the point of legal blindness without vision correction, and Monet painted in a way that seemed to validate perceptions my own eyes produced.