Originally, I wanted to paint a phoenix bird with a dramatic sky and fiery feathers falling into tower’s ruin. I have got a weird pheasant instead. No drama around, but a pleasant sunny afternoon.
It looks I’m not ready for a wild transformation, either in life or on paper.
On the other hand, this version of the phoenix bird is at least flying. Try to compare with the frightened phoenix about two years ago.
I like both of them, but I keep the hope for real transformation where needed.
Love and hugs,