Recently I had a painting stolen during one of my art openings. The gallery owner was duly upset and I found myself absolutely baffled on how someone could steal from an artist and still enjoy it on their wall. As a friend of mine would say, it's just bad juju.
After the incident, which I'm calling a heist, I realized what I needed to do. I made just a few more paintings in a similar spirit. One went to my young daughter, for whom this painting was one of her favorites. This one, titled Anatomy of a Bird, is another. I have another one or two, with different birds, but this will likely be all for this mini-series. I like to keep my paintings one-of-a-kind.