It may be snowing shovel fulls outside, but in the studio there is a ruckus of wings all a flutter and beaks chattering to the songs on my Ipod. What started with a simple unfinished wood form became a grouping of whimsical fledglings ready to flit and flap around the studio.
I'm spring minded and I have a lot of faith that underneath this winter visage there is a spring awaiting. I have seen signs and they cannot be ignored. There have been skunks on the side of the road and their scent in the air. I've seen robins, not just one or two that remains during the cold months... but flocks on front yards. They know... and I predict that this February here in the North East is really mocking the month of March. So... in my mind, it's coming in like a lion... and it will go out like a lamb. I'm usually pretty good at my nature related seasonal predictions, but only time will tell on this boastful one is true.
I love working with clay/wood, and it's a much needed change of pace from my canvas work. Bringing little miniatures to life greatly aids my creativity... and so, I alternate projects. Gotta keep that inspiration flowing, ya know!
Working on these birdies I can hear Bob Marley singing through my head...
"Rise up this mornin',
Smiled with the risin' sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin', ("This is my message to you-ou-ou:")"
Of course there are four in my grouping, and one that I forgot to put a tail on that needs mending... but still the lyrics present themselves. And so, as the flakes fall here in New York, another 12 inches a top last weeks foot of white stuff... I dream about spring, budding trees, and song birds.
Each of these birdies you see today can be found in shop along with some other creations and new items. They measure 3 1/2 inches tall and along with all their painted goodness display a vintage sheet music heart on each of their chests.