ink and watercolor
This was the invitation card for an early show I had at Craven Allen gallery in Durham. I took the title from Doris Betts’s astounding collection of short stories by the same name (and I can’t, at this exact but patently middle-aged moment, recall whom SHE got it from….some late 18th century naturalist…Audubon, La Conte….?).
Oddly enough, I also can’t recall (in the slightest) where this painting went.
Andrew Wyeth was lucky to have had his wife, Betsy, to do all the archivinng, etc, during all those decades. When it comes to me and my own paintings?…I can’t seem to pay much more attention to them, once they’re done, than a frog laying eggs.