I had been grinning like an idiot on one of my autumn walks with Moomin Light because the Bradford pear trees in our neighborhood had just a few hot colored leaves, in yellows, oranges and reds, in the bottom half, and their bare black cages of branches, recently wet, stood against an autumn blue sky. I loved them.
Later in the walk, a family of crows flew over, skylarking about in the wind, and I realized how much crows mean autumn to me.
So this painting was conceived, and fell together quite quickly. The tree branches and trunks within the globe of the pear are done with ink - the rest is watercolor. I am the front crow in this painting. I'm not usually in my work, but after I painted the crows, before tackling the ink and sky in the tree, I realized I was him, gleefully fleeing, loudly exulting in speed and flight, and a tight pass by the tree before soaring out into the valley.
The third painting I did last week is for the book illustration project I've been doing since February 2007. Six paintings done; one to go, and I've already started it.