It's been a long week here at home. Now that's something of a rarity. Mostly the time rushes by and away like wind slipping through your hair. Weird metaphor, but as I am still somewhat delirious with the mother, father and grandparents of a headcold, I can't
be held to accurate - or familiar - homilies.
So here's what I've been up to during the brief hours of consciousness, and between boxes (yes, literally) of tissues: Painting. Wow. Big surprise. Another in the Black Bird series, but this time the fellow is resting. Perhaps like me, he had a headache and just needed a break. I put this little painting together from various references - and the slightly surreal quality makes that apparent. He's not quite sitting down as my old art teacher would have said, meaning that either the shadowing was wrong or non-existent. But I liked the shape of the bird so much - so aerodynamic, even just sitting there - that I like it as is.
And someone else likes him too, as he was sold just minutes after being posted on another site! That's a first! Gave me a nice warm feeling - which I badly needed in my chillblained state. I think I may actually go out in public today; lifting my self-imposed quarantine to post her painting off to her. No wonder he wasn't really sitting there; he knew he'd be bound for the western skies.
