This is part of my electric current::amp series
This is the story about the people in the tiny houses hidden within this painting.
Under the pale Texas sky, she bent to pick bluebonnets, but instead, she laid down, and waving her arms, made blue angels. Her bonnet fluttered in the wind up over her dreamy itchy eyes, while fire ants crawled up her skirt, mandibles raised, waiting, as if for the orchestrated upbeat to commence biting.
gouache, ink, watercolor, pigment on paper