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He has sat quietly perched in a dark studio, his surface reflecting in pure white when errant sunbeams pass in his direction. This didn't last long. After two days off - one spent on a fabulous journey to Lynchburg, VA to pick up my last exhibit, where Mr. Mint Julep (yep,that'd be Wes) and I discovered the secret joys of spinach salad....the other was spent at the museum (doing that silly work thing again), but I will tell you, all was not lost...Fordum Ale was a lovely feature of my evening - Winter Bird needed my attention.
After much fretting about what sort of acrylic paint to use (after reading the list of supplies that arrived in today's mail)...I purchased a lovely blue and raced back to the studio to share it with the beast. I do believe he likes it, though two coats into it, the color doesn't do much for my skin tone. |
In an email yesterday, my mother has lovingly referred to her grandbird as "little bird." I kind of like it cause well, he's really not particularly little. Plus there's that great song from 'Man of La Mancha'Šthough I shall not allow my little bird to be pillaged while in my protection. When he lifts his wings and flies out into the big, and not always pretty world, I hope I have provided him with enough protective coats for his survival.