"Sunflowers Love The Sun Most Of All"

       A late comer to my dying sunflower. I finally see a butterfly 8-16-2019 Perryton, TX

 

I have watched all summer for a butterfly. I've seem less than a half of dozen. Today when I was looking at my dying flowers, I saw this butterfly eating away on the big dying sunflower. It was small, but wasn't about to fly away even when I put the camera right over it. It must have been hungry indeed. There was nothing pretty about it, but just the fact that I finally saw a butterfly eating from my flowers. Last summer long the air was full of beautiful, assorted, colorful butterflies. The seasons do not always produce the same effects. I believe the Word tells us that we are not suppose to know the mysteries of God. We are God's children, and we ask no questions. But since He is our Heavenly Father we know that He loves us whoever we are. We are half way through August, and the heat is still horrific. It sure makes you want to stay inside. I did go to the Center today for lunch, but hurried home to enjoy my cool, comfortable spot in front of the television. Outside of writing this blog, my day's work is about over. When the mood hits me I will return to my painting, hopefully tomorrow. I hate to get out of my fancy cloths, and into smelly painting cloths. My attitude changes quickly, and my faith starts to slowly disappear. Somehow I always pull out of it, and pride starts to build up again. This is the typical life of an artist.

I get too bored after painting on the same picture for a long time, and want to start another without finishing the one I have going. However, I wonder if the average artist is ever completely satisfied with their work. They keep seeing little details that needs improvement, then usually makes things worse. Could this be because it was the best depiction long before you started to change things? My son has told me several times “you have messed it up now. It did look like them before you changed it.” But somehow I thought the portrait should be more like a photo instead of a painting. I need the reassurance of my instructor, but he has been deceased many years now. I love, love, to paint portraits of my interest, and I will keep working at it even if I spend years getting them finished.

I would not undress out of my fancy clothes if I had someone to go out with this evening to eat. I could ask someone, but on the spur of the minute most people would say,
“I can't now.” I am guilty of that, so I understand. I need to put that bit of pleasure on my creative list right away. And make it a more often, but planned event. Funny how I am just now thinking that it would be a good thing to do when others have thought about it long ago. I may be slow, but positive when I do get serious about something.

God Bless

Myrtle Jean Sharp