Write a poem or paint a Warbler?

What’s the difference?

The first bird I saw out my window of my new home was to my absolute delight, a Townsend's Warbler. So it seemed like a great bird to put to page. The pencil work here.

The first bird I saw out my window of my new home was to my absolute delight, a Townsend’s Warbler. So it seemed like a great bird to put to page. The pencil work here.

I decided to do the Male/Female combo like my Grandpa's old bird guide. The pen work here.

I decided to do the Male/Female combo like my Grandpa’s old bird guide. The pen work here.

The wheels are turning again. So where will this car go?

Looking through my content folder for February. It’s empty, and to no surprise. This month found me changing jobs and cities. As you can imagine, that didn’t leave a lot of time for putting pencil to page much at all. However now that I’m close to settled into the new spot I can resume. These pieces are of a familiar variety created in a city quite new to me. After the fact it struck me like seeing a familiar face in a sea of people. I have a few new ideas formulating that will be a departure from this. Actions speak louder than words, so bear with me again for some time and I’ll show you what I have in mind.

One day at a time,

One adventure at a time,

One love.

My first acrylic painting in the new place.

My first acrylic painting in the new place.

Part of a larger piece I started back down south. I'm a good step closer now to having it done.

Part of a larger piece I started back down south. I’m a good step closer now to having it done.

Bound to cover just a little more ground

The chair and desk I’ve drawn you all these birds at is getting packed into the back of my truck. In just a few days I’m heading north on 101 to a city by the bay. The idea of which fills my head and heart with a thousand emotions.

I can’t see the future. Not even with all the fortune cookies I’ve had over the years, but I predict if you will: This move will send ripples through my artwork. “Positive Vibrations” to quote a Rastafarian I heard singing on a record player once.

I guess though, like everything else in life, we’ll just have to wait and see.

The uncertainty is the fuel for my hearts fire and I throw my hat over the wall and climb to go fetch it.

Thank you for your continued support (letting me waste your time with crudely drawn birds and Grateful Dead quotes).

 

One of the last few sketches put down here in these four walls. Between packing boxes and filling out paperwork I made good time for another Owl friend.

One of the last few sketches put down here in these four walls. Between packing boxes and filling out paperwork I made good time for another Owl friend.