I love the textures and the colours. This is one of the images I have produced which I want to paint as a watercolour. It reminds me a lot of the works of Monet. You know; the water lilies; not the hay stacks or cathedrals even though it would probably make one kick-ass, stained-glass window.
I gave this image, with a few others, as a small Christmas present to a female individual who shall, once more, remain nameless.
It is, in fact, an image of a large pot of soup being made at the restaurant where I work.
'At first, I thought it looked like a pile of puke;' her first response, to which she added that then she thought it was one of those horrible jellied-salads. Denise (Yes; She again) and I talk about them all the time for some odd reason so I can understand her confusion, I suppose.
Not quite sure how she came up with the puke, though. Methinks the hem of her Freudian Slip is showing a tad which is a picture all unto itself on account of the fact that she always wears pants.
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