Hi!
When inspiration strikes, you have to act on it.
The last time I painted a brown egg, I had to stain a white grocery store one brown.
You see, I was determined to paint an egg for the Strada Challenge. I'll tell you the reason some other time.
But I simply wasn't going to pay five bucks a dozen just so I could paint one brown grocery store egg....which tastes just like the 99cent a dozen white eggs.
I might have been willing to pay more if there had been a farm nearby. Farm fresh eggs of any color are much more flavorful than eggs that have been sitting in cold storage for who knows how long.
Fast forward to a couple of weeks ago.
A woman in my Community Group just had a baby, and the group pitched in with meals for her family to give her a break.
Her husband gifted me a dozen eggs as a thank you for the casserole and coleslaw I dropped off. I didn't even know they raised chickens until then, so it was quite an unexpected treat.
When I opened the carton, I was further delighted to find several different colors in there.
Childhood memories of feeding chickens and gathering eggs in just about every color of the rainbow came flooding back and I knew I had to drop what I was doing and paint them.
As I did so, it occurred to me that creative flow is as fragile as these eggshells. I've learned that when inspiration hits, I don't have to make it take its turn just because I'm working on something else.
...that is unless I am on a tight deadline.
So it appears that in among teacups, bread, and feathers, there will also be eggs. I've got another egg painting started and planning at least one more.
Below is one of the reference photos I took to help me work out a pleasing composition.
