breathing in and breathing out

i stopped by the studio today to grab a bead sketchbook and my house guest was not there. so, i grabbed a paintbrush and had a stolen half hour of painting. i know he hates the smell of oil paint but it had been amost 6 weeks - whine.

it's a painting of snowdrops
here are four progress snapshots of it - with the last one being what i painted today.



it is sort of hard to see because the underpainting is metallic silver.







it was like an oil paint explosion.
when he arrived he very graciously shrugged it off and i felt like a little kid who had been caught doing something deliciously naughty.