I can site several examples of very meaningful days in my past that a ladybug has landed on me or has appeared in an obscure place near me during a very amusing, important or intriguing moment.
I'm not too much of a symbolism nerd, I promise, but like I said in the previous post, I haven't painted in two years.... While painting the background of the painting below, something landed in it. This little guy:
Unfortunately for him, he landed on his back in a fairly thick glop of greenish grayish oil paint. I'm not quite sure what to do... I feel like if I clean him up more I could squish him.
He is currently hanging out on my desk by my computer screen. I think he enjoys being on his back because he keeps flipping over. (I'm not sure if he is doing very well at this point...) Perhaps he would do better out in the sun today.