The busy goldfinch pair you can see above (you can see them right side upon gingersyellowhouse.com store where the picture poster person is more knowledgable) have flown away to make a new nest in the home of my friend and high school classmate, Mary Dolan Ronk. Mary and I have kept in touch all these years through high school reunions and Christmas cards, but we recently became closer through internet communications. Mary has a collection of bird paintings by artists she knows personally, and I'm lucky enough to be one of thm.
Selling a painting feels strangely like giving up parental rights to a child. I don't have much to do with the creation of my paintings, just as I was only a bystander in the evolution of my children. I put out the supplies, dip my brush first into water and then into paint and make contact with the paper, but the painting develops on its own after that. I stand by helplessly, watching it grow into something other than I envisioned. Much the same, one by one, my children grew up into personalities of their own.I have no desire to hold them back, but as they fly away, a piece of my soul tags along and I never get it back. Happy new nest, little birds. I'm happy you are with a friend.
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