I was painting at the Spider House as dusk was slipping out in under the threshold. My first painting of her was so awful. I made her move over to the table opposite of me and have her cards read by “Julian”. His game might have been a bit off, because I rattled him by telling him that Aleister Crowley had a death-bed conversion.
In this painting, Sherry is really scrutinizing Julian as he reads the cards. Sherry is quite the chef, and just sparkles. I hope that you can tell that.