The Dandelions mean a lot to me... their metamorphosis always amused me. Hundreds of teeny-weeny parachutes grow and fly out from a simple yellow flower by a wisp of wind or children blow them away. When I paint them I fly with them... between hundreds of teeny-weeny thoughts...
My kids helped me to make this painting shine. They dropped lots of beads on the lace that I sew on it for days. :)
acrylic, lace, beads