I realized I would have to stop before I was accused of painting butterflies “for years”.   That would look very bad in any competency proceeding.  But how could I stop?  The butterflies were my favorites, why should I care about being labelled “the butterfly painter”?

   This painting was really nice, one of the best in the gallery;  and I had high hopes that there might be others flitting about the flutter factory.

  In the garden with his favorite, the Sensitive Samurai woos:

psychedelic butterflies

the colors of my love

my heart shares their wings

10/4/10

   Butterfly Attack Squadron-attack at dawn.  In this painting, the patrol flies off at first light.  The enemy has already set up a trap.  Young butterflies don’t last long at the front.

  Barely able to contain the rush, the Sensitive Samurai sparkles:

 psychedelic butterflies

inspiring many fluorescent colors

11/1/10

  Dogfight over enemy territory.  This was supposed to be a horizontal painting, not a vertical one.  I made an error on the rough draft and I didn’t notice it until I started painting the arrows, by then it was too late to change. Now I have the bad choice of hanging it with the arrows in the wrong place, or hanging it with a butterfly flying upside down.  I have photographed it with the butterflies pointed horizontally, and the arrows going from left to right.  It’s another case of butterfly brain damage, an unfortunate occupational hazard.