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On a white background, three smiling monsters, green, orange and blue peak out from behind an iconic peace sign.



Sleepy Monster in a Teacup
Humans aren't the only ones who enjoy a spot of tea now and again. Little monsters have been know to slip quietly into kitchens when no one is around and sneak a sip of two of freshly brewed sweetness. Alas, some of these tiny creatures may become so enamored with the tea, that they sip themselves silly and fall into a state of euphoria, causing all manner of behavior.

This artwork is now available on Redbubble:
https://www.redbubble.com/people/gretchenkdeahl/shop
(100% human-made) human imagined, drawn and painted, no AI whatsoever.
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Set against a wallpaper backdrop of pale flowering vines, a porcelain teal teacup sits on a plate. In the cup, a sleepy, feathered green-blue monster tilts slightly sideways, Its large droopy eyes and large pink nose look out in a drowsy gaze. NOTE: This description created especially for my lovely blind friend, Georgiana. :-)


AFTERNOON SHADOWS (2006)
Acrylic on Panel - 12" x 9"

Inspired by a ruined abbey I saw on the coast of England, this study is an exploration of feelings about the inevitability of time. We erect monumental structures in an attempt to outlast the progress of the ages, but everything must pass in the end, whether it be the fleeting lives of butterflies or slow erosion of edifices of stone.

https://www.michaelwhelan.com/galleries/afternoon-shadows/

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Long shadows fall across the ivy covered ruins of an abbey. Standing casually in the tall grass among the ruins, a woman in a white dress with a windswept lavender sash rests one hand on her hip as she glances to the side. Her palm is upturned as if releasing a stream of pale butterflies that flutter up and away past a tall pointed arch in a sweeping S-shaped curve.