Whenever possible I try to catch them with my long lens at the window, although I have to run to Jon’s study to get a clear shot. And so I have been painting little birds, in honour of my mother and also as a way to keep painting throughout the busy Christmas season, when starting a large canvas is an impossible dream.
Last week this chickadee and purple finch found homes on tiny 6 x 6 gallery panels. The chickadee’s breast is, I realized, a warm grey which shades almost to black on his tummy. The purple finch shot was chosen because of his comical stance like a mini-gunslinger; I hadn’t realized how splayed his little feet must be to support his body. The dappling on his tummy also enchanted me so I worked wet in wet first to blend the spots, and then reglazed with alizarin when he was dry. Apologies to both if they are girls.
Every season brings its special delights. Happy New Year.