Flying Home

A few days ago I dreamed there was a strange exotic bird circling the oak tree outside my window. I went outside for a better look and was shocked to realize is was a piece of my own artwork. Like Pinoccio, the hawk had come to life and flown all the way home. Soon, another winged creature arrived. Moments later the sky was full of birds and butterflies and someone was congratulating me.

One of my favorite pieces…the Peregrine Falcon.

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