text: The other afternoon after a day of grass eating with his ladies, Ernest was napping by the pig hut. I called him to come back to the barnyard. He always responds and runs to me. But he just kept napping. He was happy there. I felt like the mom who must witness her five year old say for the first time,
  I sat down to paint today. It's been a year and a month. I talked to the paints first, apologized for my absence. Asked for their help, or for the help of any rusty muses who might be listening in. I did two little pieces, including this one, "Swimming with a Donkey". It was good to feel something, to feel like I wanted to do more pieces, to also feel like I wanted to share it.