I pick up feathers when I see them. It’s a childhood habit to delight upon treasures lying in the grass, delicate remnants of an air battle. Mainly pigeon or crow feathers this winter, signs that the buzzards had dined, but sometimes an owl feather, and the other day on the Clyde Valley Walkway two emu feathers, blown onto the path from the family park that runs alongside. I couldn’t believe that others had walked by unseeing, uncaring. They made my day!
I have started painting with feathers.
Durning winter I made some black and white drawings on paper using feathers, but over the past few weeks I have been working on canvas developing the marks I can make and discovering a new style dictated by the feathery delicacy.
The weather is fabulous. I keep thinking I should go to the beach or mountains, but then all I want to do is go into the studio and paint and watch the birds in the garden. Paradise is right in front of me. The days aren’t long enough. All I want to do is paint. I am happy.
The sparrows are the source of inspiration for these four paintings. A sparrow nests in the bush beside the studio, a couple of pairs in the roof of the house.
Painting with feathers gives me less control but comes with a delicacy.
These four paintings are painted entirely using feathers. I will share more tomorrow
Much love Kirsten
These painting are available on my website here
These paintings are available on the website Click here.
