I cracked open a can of cola and laid out the paints I would need. As well as several books opened to pages with peregrines on them. To double check the colors I imagined.

I always start these with some idea but a lot of it I figure out on my way through it. Still learning how to best translate from pencil to paint.

When I got to the wings I looked for blue….I found some in my paint box.

The body through me for a loop, and I sat staring at it for a good bit. In the background I could hear the soundtrack of a movie I was half watching. Somebody was laughing.

A glance to the window and I knew where to go. Like driving in the night and checking the map under a streetlight. (I guess now everybody looks at their phone).

I brought back the smallest brush and approached like it was my micron pen. With the precision of a drunk surgeon with a rusty scalpel.

I like paper maps.

Got it sorted well enough.

No simple highway.