This is my interpretation of a winter owl. Painted in acrylic.
I am a night owl.
We are birds of a feather, solitary and nocturnal.
This night owl appeared to me in a dream years ago.
He is ever watchful perched on a winter oak, illuminated by a full moon.
As he came to life on the canvas I was reminded of his wisdom.
A wise old owl lived in an oak
The more he saw the less he spoke
The less he spoke the more he heard.
Why can’t we all be like that wise old bird?
~ English Nursery Rhyme
I love collaborating with Mother Nature. This acrylic painting was inspired by the echinacea flowers growing in my garden. Echinacea flowers, or the purple flower, have magical and medicinal powers. The painting started as a “seed” in my art journal and found its way onto canvas. I gave the purple flower a fanciful darker hue contrasted with a green background. I threw in a few nightshade berries for balance and visual interest – but don’t be tempted to pluck the berries of the Nightshade plant – they have their own magic – poison.
Nature, as in art, seeks balance; the yin and yang of life.