Some pages in my sketchbook are simply explorations, with no particular destination in mind.
A pair of house finches, one taking flight and the other lingering among the grasses and tiny white flowers. An opportunity to play with movement, color, and the beautiful reds and browns of these familiar little birds.
Perhaps they’ll find their way into a painting someday. Or perhaps they’ll simply remain here, tucked between the pages of my sketchbook.
And that’s quite all right, too.
