Sunday, March 7, 2010
The snow had been coming down all day. The plow hadn't arrived yet, which ment we were going no where. This fairly large bird was sitting all by itself in the totally silent world outside my studio. It looked so perfect on the phone line. Its feathers, all puffed up to help keep it warm against the blowing swirls of snow. There it sat, regal and and proud in its appearance.
This piece is 11" x 14" oil on stretched canvas.