“Bird on the horizon, sittin’ on the fence. He’s singing his song for me at his own expense. And I’m just like that bird, singin’ just for you. I hope that you can hear me singin’ through these tears.” Bob Dylan “Your a Big Girl Now.” 1974 )

Among my earliest memories of drawing is a sketchbook I filled with pictures of birds. It just seems so unreasonable that they can fly, so beautiful that they communicate in song, and so wonderful that they surround us almost wherever we are . . . singing for us at their own expense. I have begun to try once again to paint these lovely creatures.