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.