
Last Summer we had a very interesting visitor:

That said, I am making eggs. The unmistakable reference to nature is a big part of their power, the metaphor of rebirth.
Their decoration and ornamentation is a celebration of fancy and Springtime, which after a long, cold winter will be WONDERful! The decoration also celebrates another aspect of my artistic heritage. My mother was the absolute Easter Egg Queen, sometimes spending more than an hour on one little boiled or hollowed-out chicken egg, painting, resisting, and forgetting all about time as she showed me in yet another way how to be.