Spring Flamenco

It's getting to be spring here, and that means that we're all losing our minds. The cat tears through the house at ninety miles an hour, rocketing up the walls like a small Siamese tornado. The squirrels are doing unspeakable things on the deck, often while standing in the birdfeeder. I am in Gardening Mode and cannot run an errand without another plant sneaking into the car and coming home with me. My husband...is apparently immune. Regardless, spring makes me loony. I want to dance. This is not a skill I possess, so I don't, but the urge to paint dancing flamenco piggies among the flowering narcissus was overwhelming.

This painting is pure frivolous cute with no redeeming social value whatsoever. My old drawing prof, a tough and humorless woman of great skill and gimlet eye, would die a thousand deaths. AND I REGRET NOTHING!
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Ahem. 14 x 17.75, mixed media on illustration board. (rather larger than something this simply needed to be, but I felt like working big.) I like pigs. They have excellent faces. Not a fabulous scan, but there's a limit to what we can do with saturated reds, I suppose...anyway, original for sale, prints available, drop a note or visit [link] for details.