Found by my husband in the trunk of my car–a painting of mine that he thought was really, really good.  I mean, he was super impressed.

Was it this one?

Nope.

It was this one:

Astute observers may notice that (surprise!) this is not actually a painting.  It’s the leftover paint on my disposable palette.  For the actual painting, he was relatively unimpressed.  Maybe I should start taking pictures of my leftover palettes.  It must be said that he prefers abstracts.