Broken Eggs

I really had fun painting these eggs.  The subtle changes in color were the result of many brush strokes and much blending. 

People say a artist doesn't reach his best until he is first broken by some of the realities of life.  So they say, the beauty comes out of the broken heart.  I remember some of my classmates in art school who skipped class because they said they had to get out and live life before they could really paint.  I thought that was pretty funny myself.  Since I had paid my tuition, I planned to show up and learn the craft.  Turns out there was plenty of time to "live life" after I graduated.  I am thinking of getting some chickens to raise so I can have some yard chicken eggs.  I don't know much about chickens, so I'd have to study up on it.  Could be fun!