And then, out of nowhere, suddenly there are swallows. Well, truth be told, I see these birds every time we go boating, they are darting around everywhere at the harbour, their nests placed at regular intervals under the slip docks. They rest on the boat lines, and chatter incessantly. I have always found them enchanting birds, for their compact but intense energy, and the poetry in those forked tails.
But I don't paint birds, or at least, I didn't use to. In recent years my preference has been to steer away from anything representational beyond the line and the text, but suddenly....well, it's just strange and I didn't expect it at all.
I'm going to leave them where they perch for now, locked in their conversation, and we'll see if they stay, or if they fly away.