Pushing off from the dock

 

Finally this piece is mounted, painted, done. I love it so much, the message and the image.  

When I learned to swim, it felt HUGE to let go of the edge of the dock. Now it feels huge to let go of the literal, and the written word. But what a thrill.  A series of four pieces emerged this week, from the very last of the bird fabric I printed last summer. Here's what one looked like at first:

Here is a second, in progress. You'll notice the main bird already partly obscured by vertical stripes:

And here's the final results, several layers of paint later: