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Nebula

The Great Gray Owl sits on a special shelf of birds in the storage closet of my heart.

Their commanding presence and piercing eyes.

I also enjoy their Latin name Strix nebulosa. It reminds me of the nickname my sister gave me, Nebula.

So today I talked to my sister on the phone, and put a Gray in a nebula of my own.

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Some folks trust to reason, others trust to might…

Sitting up here in this tree I can see a distance.
From leaving Illinois, to that feeling of being lost and not being looked for.
From stringing her along, to closing the door.
From her lake in northern Michigan, to the western coast I call home.
It seems often that we get lost in the day to day and can forget what moves it all.
I find the easiest way for me to connect to that is to sit on my chair and draw birds.
While I do that I feel I can review my wrongs, and appraise my truths in a manner most fitting for a boy with my middle name.
I'm a big fan of the non-photo blue pencils. I go a bit heavier with them than I need to but I enjoy seeing it through the graphite latter on in the night.

I’m a big fan of the non-photo blue pencils. I go a bit heavier with them than I need to but I enjoy seeing it through the graphite latter on in the night.

And like a desert mirage brought to my bedroom it comes to life before my eyes. and now yours thanks to this series of tubes we call the internet.

And like a desert mirage brought to my bedroom it comes to life before my eyes. And now yours thanks to this series of tubes we call the internet.

So again thank you for taking a look at the world from my tree top.

So again thank you for taking a look at the world from my tree top.

On the wing

A defining moment I can still see clearly after the years. When I was 9 my Dad took the family to Oregon to visit our Aunt. That was my first time on an airplane. I remember looking out the window at the clouds underneath us. It dawned on me then, that even on cloudy days, the sun was always shinning somewhere overhead.

That’s something I try to remember on the days when my piece of mind is cloudy or things just aren’t lining up.

Cheesy? sure, but just go look out the window.

A drawing made beneath the windowsill tonight.

A drawing made beneath the windowsill tonight.

Western Scrub Jay (Again, again, again).

Scrub pencil Jay.

Scrub pencil Jay.

When all was said and done yesterday I found myself wondering the last time I saw the color blue on the end of my brush. I scribbled down a Scrub Jay before I went to bed. Tonight after working on a different project I colored it in.

And to my delight saw blue on the end of the brush again.

The blues ain’t so bad…

A lot simpler in pen.

A lot simpler in pen.

Blue.

Blue.

Eagle

This one I nicknamed “Guillotine bird” on account of the fact it hangs over my bed. One good earthquake…

It’s my favorite acrylic painting of this size that I have made so far. The sun was shinning nicely in the living room this  afternoon so I moved it there for a few images of it. While digging around on the computer I found some older images of it through out the process. I think I’ve put them up here before but I wanted to group them all together.

Penciled together.

Penciled together.

Fluid acrylic.

Fluid acrylic.

The final bird.

The final bird.

Stop making sense

And sometimes I stay up past midnight to finish a blue hawk. The Talking Heads fill my headphones and smiles ensue.

Penciled out on a 1'x2' piece of 1/8" plywood.

Penciled out on a 1’x2′ piece of 1/8″ plywood.

Rendered in pen in just under three hours.

Rendered in pen in just under three hours.

Mixing fluid acrylic blue with a matte medium and a slo-dri fluid retarder. Applied to the wood with scraps of an old t-shirt.

Mixing fluid acrylic blue with a matte medium and a slo-dri fluid retarder. Applied to the wood with scraps of an old t-shirt.

"She has the smoke in her eyes..."

“She has the smoke in her eyes…”