She Only Wanted to Eat Scrambled Eggs Revisited

I originally finished this painting on October 19th of last year, but I never was quite satisfied with her.  It came out of a scrambled egg eating binge I was on, and I thought I'd make a painting out of that.

I've revisited her with a lot of oil stick, along with dots, ink, acrylic, and a nice, shiny, sunny-side up egg atop her peacock-feather fascinator.  I feel much better about her now.  I may add one more thing...ha!

By the way, I never wrote about this before, but the peacock feathers came from a pillbox hat another artist had traded me for at an art fair.  She had wanted one of my paintings so we exchanged. Unfortunately, my sweet destructive beagle, Ebert, got a hold of the netted hat and torn it open.
What was I to do?  When destruction reigns, I turn it into art supplies. (-;

  16" x 20" Oil Stick, Acrylic, Ink, peacock feathers, beads, scrambled eggs, and another egg sunny-side up

It's hard to see, but the teal paint is full of sparkles!

Day 15. "Canine Frenching-UGH" $25

People, I might be in a slow down for awhile.  I have strep throat and bronchitis and just got all my meds.  If I'm unable to paint, I'll still make sure I fulfill my 365 painting-a-day committment by year's end.  Right now I am going to go sleep.

O.K., hopefully I didn't get the strep the following way (just kidding, I've felt myself weakening for a week prior to this event last night.)  My sweet beagle boy, Ebert, and I were having a little love fest.  I was telling him what a good boy he was, how sweet he is (when he's not eating our house and chasing our cats), and suddenly he gives me a little doggie kiss--but, OMG, his tongue hit inside my mouth.  My immediate thought was yuck, gross, wipe my mouth out, etc.  Then I thought, this doesn't say much for my love life--the most recent French kiss I get is from my dog?! Oh boy.  Should I delete this post and save myself from embarrassment?  Nah.  It's the truth...it really happened.  Plus, no way do I feel well enough to come up with something else.

The true Ebert as a 10-week old puppy.