Mountain Bird

I have been fortunate enough in my life to see mountains in a desert. I can appreciate every color and find peace in the feeling of stillness and joy in a flutter of feathered wings.

Inspiration and motivations are close cousins.

Those moments tend to smack me in the face while I'm driving. I was driving to my parents house last spring down Randal road the sun was at that right angle that it throws rays through the windows across your face. The sunlight catches every blade of grass and hides just as quickly behind the tree line. The tall grass that lines the ditch sways in the breeze and I'm taking my sweet time soaking it in because we only get so many of these moments. We had an unusal warm spring.

I see an oriole flitter from the power line to the grass and BAM! Jessie needs to draw...


So I go home and get the oil pastels out and play with my memories and the drive home and came up with my mountain bird.

I loved playing with the black of the feathers, teal and purples with the orange red tips of the wings...
I let the rough texture take over for this piece.
Its not even fair to look at this on a computer screen. The original artwork is very vibrant! One of my favorite art moments, unsuspected and wonderful.

The bird seems to pause bending its perch like I paused in my daydream on the way home that day.

So I can say I don't mind being hit by inspiration and motivation once the daydream is over. Those moments can keep coming.