Last year I spent some time practicing how to paint bluebirds. I found a couple photos on the internet, did some sketches and then painted a whole slew of them. This means I painted six, just in case you thought a “slew” ought to be a lot more than that. Anyway, when I was done doing that many, I thought I had probably mastered the bluebird and decided to paint one without doing a sketch or looking at a photo.
I can’t help but think of that song “Both Sides Now.” Remember the refrain?
I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down and still somehow
It’s cloud illusions I recall
I really don’t know clouds at all.
So here’s my version:
I’ve looked at bluebirds from both sides now,
From up and down and still somehow,
It’s the illusion that I can paint them I recall…
I really don’t know bluebirds…at all.
But you know what? I like my primitive little bluebird – he’s got a certain pathos about him that quite appeals to me.
I’ll probably delete this post after looking at it from both sides, since I don’t think I really know it at all.
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