This painting came along over the last few weeks, stretched out like a conversation that wouldn't ever finish and wouldn't go away, either. I have no idea what all the birds are doing in the bottom of this - nor why there are loose flowers strewn through the middle. I painted this because it would not go away. It wasn't until this evening, when it was nearly done, that it finally set up some static in my head, like most paintings do. Then I owned it, I guess. I like some things about this image, and not others. Paintings are kind-of like people that way.
Watercolor and India ink - 19 x 19.
This image is in the same series (comes from the same place) as:
Roofs and Birds
I like it there, and I hope I can spend time in more parts of it. I've noticed that it's always the last hour of light there.