I want to paint strange little birds in moonlight. I want to paint evidence of the eternal. Flashes of that realities signifigance by reflecting its quality much as a mirror catches and reflects the quality and intensity of light. Unlike a true romanitic who relels in the emotional drama of self against the universe or cries out in self pity for loss of innocence, I need to go farther and deeper. I want to discern the nature and significance of the void. Like I said, I want to paint extrodinarily handsome, somewhat moody, and lyricaly exquisite birds.
I got a Shaniqua for Dorian...Oh poor dorian my socially ackward bird of love. When I put her in the cage he ignored her...while she frooze looking at him...and then boom 2 minutes later...He started kissing her on the beak and climbing on top of her...with her expression being *wtf*. They are cute together...he is no longer lonely...and voila the world is at peace. Well..sort of.