As the rain fell for hours, I wondered if I'd ever get outside to paint. Drinking my hot tea, watching the birds dart to the feeders and back to the branches, I decided to draw them in ink. I started with one, moved to another, soon filling the paper with my feathered friends. Sometimes, I'd have to see several birds in a particular pose before I could finish. I found myself popping in little dots for quick shapes, just in case they moved. It made my sketching faster and more accurate. They rest in a young redbud and on a hummingbird vine close, taking turns at the feeders. It was fun getting back to just ink on paper. Love the vintage quality. Painting number 2697 in 2697 days.
Wow all of these birds are amazing.
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