Under a carefully constructed wooden sky.

My eagle drawing on plywood made its way through the next phase of its coming to be. Like a fresh molt, new color. The process left my hands blue, try as I might they’ll hold bits of that color for a while. The Bald Eagle has been long held sacred by many tribes and nations. Seeing one on the fly overhead was all it took for me to see why. I’ve admired them for a long time, but put off attempting to paint one til I found myself reasonably pleased with my process and abilities. And now here in May of 2014, on the golden coast. Still far from mastering my craft, but the weather seems right and my hand true enough to give a go at borrowing the likeness of an entity so great.