Paintings
A student asked me how to paint a bluebird, so I painted one to show her.
After the little guy was on the paper, I realized that he was bleeding, maybe from a broken heart. Then I realized that he was me, and a lot more red flowed onto the painting, This was at a time when I was working tons of hours in a very stressful job and finding little time for my art. All of that frustration came out in this painting. Ahh...
BTW, the bluebird is doing well now...