This is one of my favorites. I love to paint different textures and the eggs provide so much volume! I also like the difference in feel between the “real ” objects and the print leaned up behind them. But mostly, I like it because it’s quirky. It’s got to be a bit odd or it wouldn’t feel like it came from me. I am working hard to prepare for the artfair coming up next month. But, part of me is fighting it because I’m unsure whether I want to keep producing what I have been. What am I missing? Am I painting for me or for others? Am I playing it safe or is this really my interest? Can it just be visually interesting or does it need to have a narrative? Small vs. large? Still life vs. figural painting? The questions are spinning through my poor “mom brain”. I say “mom brain” because I feel compromised. Not compromised in a completly negative way but like Bilbo says, ” I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.” Yep, that covers it. I feel like these questions that I’m asking myself are very important but when do I have the luxury of contemplating them? So, I continue taking the next best step, hoping that I’m moving toward what will be more satisfying artistically. I have to add though, when I started this artblog a few months ago, I would have been thrilled to be spending regular time in the studio, so progress has been made.