I painted this for a charity auction. The guys running the gallery jokingly said over some tea and snacks "That would really suck if someone's art didn't even sell for charity." Turns out that person was me. I got handed back a box of all my paintings and the gallery guys were too embarrassed to say anything to me. I guess no one saw what I saw when I painted this. I was watching reflections of light dancing across the shining back of a ladybug, thinking about how that little red sphere could be a kind of miniature galaxy, a portal too other worlds, and no one ever stoops down to check if this tiny insect is just a bug or a pan-dimensional manifestation. Okay yeah maybe I'm the only one who thinks things like that. Me and third-graders. So I set off to try to find a way to paint her in the way that would better show how I felt.