The Process of Communing
I was bewitched by the eyes. How can one not be? Their incandescent yellow is unmissable. But how would I keep that light glowing while drawing close its feather mantle? I focused on the texture of each plume, with details as gestures, keeping the spaces open between them to allow the question of our faces to merge. Our owlness grew cloud-solid, and dawn-sharp tiny pen flick after tiny flick.
Artwork Details
Fine liner marker and watercolor on paper
Size (framed) 15.5” by 12’5” in double mat and custom walnut frame.