"Perfect Obedience" oil 24 x 48 This time of year I watch for fawns, hoping that there is one nearby, obediently crouching
in the underbrush and, camouflaged by her dappled coat, silently awaiting her mother's return. It is now, before the leaves open, that I have the best chance of spotting the wee thing, so yesterday I followed the fresh tracks of a single adult deer for some time; I congratulated myself too soon and without warrant, and found neither mother nor baby before losing the track.
Realistically, Jon and I consider ourselves lucky to see one fawn a year. But oh, what a sight: inevitably, the fawn is perfectly quiet, every muscle frozen. Today's painting was based on such an encounter many years ago between Ron, a naturalist friend, and this fawn. I couldn't be sure of her actual size, but a large canvas seemed right. She is awake, alert, and utterly still on her bed of mosses. I titled it "Perfect Obedience"to convey the painting's raison d'être: motherly love expressed in a baby's complete trust.
Happy Mother's Day to all.
in the underbrush and, camouflaged by her dappled coat, silently awaiting her mother's return. It is now, before the leaves open, that I have the best chance of spotting the wee thing, so yesterday I followed the fresh tracks of a single adult deer for some time; I congratulated myself too soon and without warrant, and found neither mother nor baby before losing the track.
Realistically, Jon and I consider ourselves lucky to see one fawn a year. But oh, what a sight: inevitably, the fawn is perfectly quiet, every muscle frozen. Today's painting was based on such an encounter many years ago between Ron, a naturalist friend, and this fawn. I couldn't be sure of her actual size, but a large canvas seemed right. She is awake, alert, and utterly still on her bed of mosses. I titled it "Perfect Obedience"to convey the painting's raison d'être: motherly love expressed in a baby's complete trust.
Happy Mother's Day to all.
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