Windy Day Crow

If you’ve ever watched a crow swooping and zooming across the sky before a strong breeze, you may have realized we aren’t the only creatures on earth addicted to speed.

I was more open than usual to letting this pastel be whatever it wanted. One reason for the openness was a conversation I had a few nights prior with a seven and a half year old for whom the world is an endless playground, full of wonder and creative material. She made a strong impression on me which I still feel nearly a week later.

So when the jet powered “windy day” crow came to the top of the random lines on the paper, I was ready to laugh and go with it.

There was a house below, and I borrowed this one from another one of my paintings. Some of you might recognize it.