Visual Diary #3

I never forget a prickly pear

Don’t know what went on this with these ones but everything came out muddy. Maybe this is just a reflection of my muddy March mood. At some point, each of these paintings was just right, but I couldn’t tell when to stop and then ended up drowning them. But also, maybe this is about the change in seasons … This month I am on stand-by, taking whatever wor…