So it was a rare, rainy day in Scottsdale today. And as I sat and thought about what I was going to paint suddenly a robin came to mind! Nothing to deep..
But then I thought about all the rainy days I looked out my window in Vancouver, Canada where rain is as common as Sunshine is here, I thought wow so many memories. Robins in my yard pulling up worms in the rain! Funny but I guess sometimes birds remind us of places or even people.
P.S.
Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it.
