2007, Oil on Canvas, 24” x 48”
Could this be the sheeps’ version of a midsummer night’s dream dance? I asked, but they just kept right on dancing. Either they were just celebrating, or the mosquitoes were feasting that night. Summer in South Carolina definitely has its accompaniment of ittybitty bite-y critters after dark. If you can’t dance with the fireflies, at least adopt a stylish hop to get away from the skeeters.