It rained pretty hard on and off all day ... I spent some time studying my hawk – two weeks dead now and still hanging in the tree outside my studio window. I've been reluctant to spend time there; not much about this dust-to-dust thing is pretty, though I sure appreciate the body/energy flowing back into the communal pool. It's just made me sad.So, today I drew through the window. It seemed like the rain was washing away all the darkness, all the rotting, all my misgivings, every body's transgressions. Being removed that much makes the work more of a study in dark and light. I probably made up some of the details. I'm still loving the sweep of the wings, how perfectly suited to flight they are.
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