Watercolor on Richeson (top) and Arches (bottom)
My son-in-law, Jim, went crabbing Friday morning with one of the guys from work. Armed with string and chicken parts, they weren't at it long. The crabs went into an ice chest, with ice. I thought I had found a couple of frozen ones to draw. Such great colors. But one of them warmed up enough under the light on my drafting table to squirm around and scooted himself right off the table. He didn't like me trying to pick him up, either. But despite his claws, I got him back into the ice chest, for later with Old Bay in the pot. Doesn't the top drawing look like a dance?