Flock of Finches from Nowhere
Here's something surprising, even to me, and I'm the person who experienced it! This particular drawing led me to being paralyzed artistically for awhile. About a month ago, I had drawn that object to the right--well, I filled it out much more in this final creation--and then didn't know where to head with it. I liked it so much, I didn't want to ruin it. Never a good thing, really. I would stare at it. I would pick it up and think, where am I going with this? I wanted to use it desperately, but couldn't move forward with it. I didn't want to work on anything else, so it just sat on my table.
I finally did get with the program again and was inspired by other thoughts and ideas and made different art. But it wasn't until this past weekend when I was walking my dogs that I finally knew what to do. I was walking past some low-lying purple-flowered bushes in an alley, and they were loaded with yellow jackets. I wasn't afraid, but rather happy to see bees in this world and at work. I tried to count them, but there had to be at least thirty. Their plump black and yellow bodies made me happy.
Later while walking on a sidewalk on a different street, several yellow-breasted finches flew by me in a flash! I know hummingbirds are way faster, but these babies were MOVING. Where did they come from? They were there and then then were gone. It was almost like a mirage, but I saw them. I saw their brilliantly-colored chests! What is it about that beautiful yellow that widens the eyes, and makes the heart jump a little? Contrasted against jet black, it causes even more of a distraction and elation.
The black and yellow bees and the yellow and black birds of the world--I felt like they gave me a good omen, moving at the speed of light.
