It’s been a slowish start to the year what with one thing and another. The one thing I can cope with. But another is a different story😄

I went into this piece with no intentions. I just wanted to get going so I let the shapes form themselves and the colour took over. The pinks deepened and became… shock horror, purple tones. I hardly ever use purple, and certainly not in abundance. It’s just not a colour that speaks to me. But it seemed to work and I stuck with the new mantra to just go with the flow.

I’ve painted a fair few birds this year. I started drawing them during the first lockdown when observing the action going on in the back garden became enthralling. It took a lockdown to do that. Gradually they became paintings, and greeting cards and prints. I loved watching the characters and relationships unfold. There’s alway high drama where birds are concerned.

All of life is happening amongst the branches. There’s scrapping and schmoozing. There’s old and young, greed, rivalry and courtships. There are the loud mouths and the philosophers. There’s never a dull moment.

In every painting I’ve noticed that there’s always a quiet little chap, the voice of reason amongst the drama who just wants a quiet life.