Magic, happens, in creation, even at a snail's pace.

"Magic," 5 x 7 140 lb cold press paper

Magic happens, when we need it most, in inspiration, in life.
Especially in pandemic pandemonium and madness, it is sometimes difficult to find it, or to be inspired to try to bring color in painting to this world. I had been at a loss on what to paint today, my daily challenge.
The muse waits on magic, and it comes from unexpected places, as it did today for me.

Outside on the walk I found two tiny snails, so delicate and intricate. In wonder, I photographed them, posted them, labeling them "The miracle of life."
I'm surprised I didn't name them, and I worried the sun would get them, but they went back to their homes. I think they might be "Bippity bop," and "Boo."
Then my poet friend from Pennsylvania, Kay Lawson Gilbert commented: " To me, snails are magical. I imagine fairies ride on their backs. 🐌🍃👸🏻" (One of her poems "Meditation" is on the right sidebar of this blog, paired with my painting above it. More magic.)
Wow. Inspiration, and magic, as if touched by a wand. So I had to try today's watercolor.
It's an exercise in having fun, because I can use whatever colors I want, and there are no rules (as appropriate) for painting fairies...since they're magic, they can look anyway I see them. 
All painting should be this much fun. Thank you Kay!