This week I decided to start right in again with paint--taking some of my birds from the freezer and doing multiple portraits. The top guy is a hummingbird that my friend, Indigo, sent me in the mail, its coffin a business envelope. The bottom one I found one day walking home from Chinatown. I saw it as I was going west and scooped it up into my purse without stopping. I admit to a certain chagrin at picking up dead bodies off the street.
Meanwhile my son and I went to see the second and third parts of The Human Condition. It is still in the front room of my brain. I would rate it three blades through the heart.
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Well John J. Audubon did it.
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