About six years ago, on a new moon winter night, we went outside and laid ourselves on a big red blanket; when suddenly, shooting across the sky at lightning speed, our star gazing meditation was interrupted.
I rushed to rise from the ground, intrigued by what had passed over our heads (I get goose bumps all over my skin whenever I recall this moment). And there he was; compact and magnificent, looking at us with petrified eyes as we walked towards him.
WIth a slow, steady pace, I approched him with a camera. Every step helped me gain his trust, just to snap a picture of this majestic hunter of the night. The little owl was barely a foot tall, yet he had the poise of a creature twice his size. Those large, unblinking eyes stared at me as I took his picture. I returned to the picnic blanket and sat down, watching the little hunter from a distance this time; siltenly admiring him. He kept us company for a while before flying off into the stars, hunting for his next meal.
This once in a lifetime live encounter with this majestic creature filled me with inspiration to create portraits of owls.
The painting above was the interpretation of what I saw that night; it may or may not look like him, but this painting was what my soul remembered from that moment.
Since that particular wonderful magical moment, I’ve been creating paintings of owls.
Some of the portraits are idealized; others are so colorful that they defy reality.
Majestic creatures of the forests. Symbols of knowledge, wisdom, perspicacity and erudition.
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