One of the questionable sides of a creative life is the need for impressions, or rather, the need to almost drown in them.
It's not easy to keep a good balance, I know few that ever succeed. As programmers said, it's Garbage In, Garbage Out, and this also go for the flapping and tweeting little Birds of Inspiration. How do we create good stuff out of the garbage that surrounds us? Po-tee-weet?
The birds flying out were drawn in "golden" ink which might disqualify this work as serious art, but it shines nicely on the paper. Incoming birds: Pessimistic hues of blue ink. Lastly a little water colour, et voilà.
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You see all details resized here, the whole work is really a bit below standard paper size and this would turn the poor birdies into what I refer to as Pixel Porridge. Someday I have to write a line on how Internet affects our view on art; how some works become worse -- and a few actually better -- by not being seen as they are; how some brilliant works never get seen because they look poor as thumbnails etc. etc.
