Monday, June 25, 2012


My brother gave me several plants recently, among them this ruby and white fuschia. A few days later, I saw a fledgling crow on my patio, perched on my favorite chair. I watched him for several minutes as he hopped over and checked out some flowers on the table which were waiting for me to plant. His mother, I assume, was cawing at him to get the heck out of there and he eventually listened to her and made a slightly awkward takeoff to join her. Later, I found a feather he had left behind. I carved the feather and cut a short slice in the center to use as a quill pen. It worked, sort of, and this little painting is the result.

1 comment:

  1. Great story and a brilliant piece of art! I loved the Latvian landscape as well.
    Best wishes,