The Red Whiskered Bulbul finally came home. I thought she was another bird, among millions of other species out there. When I posted my preliminary version on Instagram, one of my friends commented that she is the Red Whiskered Bulbul. I fell in love with her.
My joy is reflected in my art. The most rewarding compliment my teacher gave was the smile of joy when he saw the bulbul. She looks fresh, almost singing to you or maybe calling out to the others.
This is an oil on canvas painting. We had cropped my original picture. The bird in reality is small made. The twig on which she is seated in reality was actually cable wires running across poles.
One of the most important lessons my teacher taught me is respecting and nurturing my subjects. I submitted myself to art and to my beautiful red whiskered bulbul. I called out to her asking for guidance. As we built a silent conversation, she emerged in all her splendor and richness.
When art leads you, the spirit is enriched forever.
Make good art.