I completed the last work tonight on my 20 warblers on 8×10 wooden pages. I left the 10th page in pencil for “artistic reasons”. I suppose I want whoever looks at these to be able to better see where they come from. People always ask my “why birds?” The best answer I can come up with is that if you walked my mile, I imagine you’d paint a lot of birds too. Maybe the pencil work will help.
Who’s next? Finches? Birds for Atticus….
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,
I found this watercolor from a few years ago while moving this week. I don’t think I’ve shared it here.
I’m excited to get settled here in this new big city and get to work on some new drawing/painting ideas.
But in this room lies silence painted in watercolor.
The pile of sketches from the last few days keeps falling off the speaker cabinet in the corner of the room. The bass vibrations send them toppling down to the floor. Water color paintings and pencil sketches taking a brief flight to the paint stained rug beneath. Flight seems an appropriate word as many of them are hawks. Screenshots from my own dreamscape television program. Caught in the echoes. No sense seen in turning down the music. For it’s this moments bird with its talons still grappling my imagination tight. Caught on the wing in my childhood, they still never fail at carrying me away.
But I all ready wrote her that poem.
I would take you home.
The other day I heard a friend of mine was having some health problems. I said a prayer in my head as I set out on my bicycle to admire the beautiful piece of the planet I inhabit. As I thought of this good for my friend a Red-shouldered Hawk flew right over my head from a tree behind me. Moments later I came across another tree with a pair of Red-shouldered hawks looking down to me on my bicycle. The smile that brought fueled me further and moments later I was face to face with another Red Hawk. I’m not here to preach to you about anything other than the good that is the natural kingdom, but I will say those hawks brought me good hope on their wings. An experience well timed, I am grateful for. Whatever unfolds down the line from here I am forever grateful to be here to draw birds for you on our planet Earth. If that’s all I’ll do then that’s the best I’ll do.