Crab Pickers

Crab picking brings back memories of our Nanny Broadnack who used to boil the blue crabs Mother had just caught in Lake Inferior in our back yard. Nanny was a tiny lady who had a hard time pouring skittering, nervous crabs into a roaring pot of boiling water. The lucky ones thought they had avoided the pot, but nanny would grab them barehanded and toss them right in as I watched nervously from the stool. Then we would sit for what seemed for hours at the kitchen table talking and picking. I thought of Nanny a lot as I painted this handsome ladies. 8x10" SOLD