The Gift, A: Her, acrylic/collage, 24 x 36
Elizabeth W. Seaver
Here, now, is the object of his affections. And you can see how he fell for her. She's fluffy as cotton candy and sweet and cool like peppermint ice cream on a summer's day.
Alas, the two are separated for now because he is hanging in a show called Bird in Word and Image in the main gallery at LibertyTown, and she will be hanging in my studio for the next two months. Thank goodness they are planning a short engagement. Come September they will hang side by side where they may gaze at each other all the day long.
But, will they ever make up their minds which parasol will be The Gift?