The line of the lullaby, in full, is "Aoibheall from the Gray Rock comes, to wrap the world in thrall." While we Americans sometimes use the word "enthralled," we forget the origins, so it is lovely to come across the word "thrall" and remember that it is a spell of sorts, in which we are swaddled as dusk falls.
Aoibheall from the Gray Rock Comes. 11x14 watercolor. Not for sale.
Below, The Red Bee Hums, revisited. It took me a full two weeks to decide that I didn't like the intense red-violet of the painting I posted earlier. A good friend of mine, also an artist, suggested the bee could be more abstract, rather than literal. I scrubbed out the bee and tried again for more ethereal abstraction. I feel this version is more artful, the bee more fairy-like.
Paintings are like knitting, and other forms of art. If you are bothered by something wrong in the final product, there is no point clinging to it or saving it. You have to either re-do the whole thing or fix it. So, forgive me for posting revisions. That's the way it is!
The Red Bee Hums. 11x14 watercolor. NFS.
