There is, I think, a myth that art comes easily to talented artists, implying an effortless process. Yet, in opposition to this, is the portrayal of the tortured artist which is so beloved of Hollywood. The truth is so often closer to monotonous and seemingly endless study and iteration, in search of those sainted moments. Inspiration and a satisfying articulation of my thoughts and feelings and quite often my dreams.
So today it is yet more crows, seeking an image that says all that I need to say within the shape of it's flight, truth and beauty.
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