The large windows in my atelier are my blessing. On the building’s third floor, the windows act as a gigantic wall of glass. A dome completes the equation, seeming to float in the sky. I become familiar with birds. Some days they come and go as if part of a game. But other days, they collide, fall, and die. And so The Bird Man is born from this game of life and death. An abstract character who comes looking to take them to another dimension.
This painting is made in oil and acrylics on canvas.
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