When I paint people I sort of "feel" the way they are sitting or standing, and that informs the over-all image, the mood, and my understanding of the person. Birds feel awkward to me because they are armless, I have to try and figure out the balance of their little bodies in a different way.
I do love birds, especially in winter. Their songs remind me that spring is on its way. I start to dream about the garden and the magic of spring.
My 3rd grade son brought this poem home last night.
by Langston Hughes
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow.