2008, Acrylic on Canvas, 12” x 9”
We were fortunate enough to watch one of our sheep give birth on the coldest night of winter to a perfect little lamb – complete with big, floppy ears, a skinny neck and a cute pink nose.
We of course had to pick a name for her, and Pinky it was. She was absolutely adorable but a sheep, nonetheless – complete with a certain pungency of odoriferousness and accompanied by flies occasionally, and really not clean at all. Certainly not the stuff beautiful birth stories are made of.
So to give you the clean version: Pinky was born on a glorious morning, with doves twittering and bees buzzing. She was gently set down on a mound of clean straw out in the meadow, right beside a patch of juicy dandelions. The delivery service was run by the butterflies. They are known for their timely arrival and their excellent customer relation department.
Pinky came wrapped in a silk blanket trimmed with velvet, just the thing for the princess of the grassy realm, called Meadowlands.
Ah well, sometimes life writes better stories than we can even think of, even if flies are included. Here’s a statement: Flies are the condiments of life.