Wordless Wednesday

The Neighborhood Band

Trio

1. 16 x 20

initial pencil sketch

on paper

2. 16 x 20

acrylic collage

on paper

Turning down the tune of the Must Do's, that ever playing song in my head , I stole an extra hour of sleep.

Through an open window a band of cicadas played castanets with a trio of unknown birds .

The lead singer scolded her impudent daughter with a bellowing howl

over

and

over

again.

I grabbed my pillow to muffle the noise.

Who left the neighborhood on this station?

Slowly the Must Do's began to sing again.

Stolen slumber was

never found

as I made my way down to the studio tuned into the song I know too well.

House Finch

16 x 20
acrylic collage
on paper

Happy Three Times

1. Pen and Ink
11 x 8.5
sketch in sketch book
2. 16 x 20 beginning stage
acrylic collage
on paper
3. 16 x 20 final stage
acrylic collage
on paper


As a girl I had a yellow bird named Happy.
One day I decided to set her free.
I opened my bedroom window and then the little door to her cage and off she flew.
I don't think I was consciously setting her free.
I expected her to return.
You know, just fly around outside in the real world for awhile.
I waited by the window each day for her return.
Stupid bird.

You can click on the image to see it bigger.
Gone for the weekend-see you Monday
Have a Happy one!

Once Upon A Time

16 x 20

acrylic

collage

on paper

This blue bird looks on ready to begin a wonderful new story.

Each day a different page

collaged with different images.

What flies above and below.

Covered up and exposed.

With or without feathers........

Crow's Call

Crow's Call
16 x 20
collage
acrylic
on paper

The crow was such a familiar bird to her; it always reminded her of home.
She used to love the way it's blackness could be overlooked and taken for granted.
Unlike the other birds in the yard.
This bird spoke to her.
Somehow she identified with it.
The morning her father died she heard one cawing wildly outside her bedroom window.
Crows caw to warn others of impending danger.
Since then
she would never look at a crow the same way.
That familiar bird,
so obvious.
If only she could believe like the Japanese
that these black birds are divine messengers and are
capable of predicting the birth of a healthy child.

Romance

Romance
16 x 20
acrylic collage
on paper

My first painting in my new studio.
I found a hummingbird feeder in the shed out back.
I was so anxious to use it, but all I had was Splenda.
Yesterday I saw a hummingbird take a sip and fly away.
I felt bad,
so I bought a bag of real sugar.
This morning I saw one cautiously circle the feeder.
He must have known.
Hummingbirds tend to gossip.
To his surprise the carb phobic owner had filled the feeder with that sweetness that makes his wings flutter faster and his heart beat better.
Let's just hope he spreads the word.