on capturing the essence of a pickle

This morning, deep in the throes of piecing/stitching/painting, I had one of those weird perspective shifts where I briefly glimpsed myself as someone just walking into my work space would.  There I stood, crumpling my brow, tilting my head back and forth to change the visual angle, muttering, focused, focused, focused on a pickle.  Me, the brave artist, striving to strike a chord in the heart of humanity through my masterful depictions of pickles!