Esmeralda painted things; weird, whimsical, sometimes wonderful things. Day after day, sat alone at her easel laughing, adding color after color. Her creations were not useful or edible but the others appreciated them because they made the pasture more interesting. Sometimes her art even gave them pause, or sparked a smile; other times her flock just seemed bewildered. Esmeralda didn’t mind, she accepted each critique as a precious little gift and kept creating.
Acrylic on wrapped canvas.