Christmas has come and gone but the proverbial Twelve Days of Christmas song somehow keeps playing in my head.
On the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me a partridge in a pear tree
On the second day of Christmas my true love sent to me two turtle doves, and a partridge in a pear tree
I am reminded by the lyrics of my painting of pear tree flowers. I have always loved that simple painting and to me it demonstrates the merits of Chinese round brush painting, although one would not associate it with the "traditional" Chinese brush painting. Everything in that painting was done with discrete calligraphic brushstrokes, as if I was writing multitudes of "dots". On top of that, it was sort of a plein-air painting. I sat in the backyard, writing all dots as blossoms from my pear tree. With that said, I've always felt that something was missing. It lacked a story. It lacked a plot.
How about borrowing from the Christmas carol and place a couple of finches in my pear tree. I don't have partridges in my backyard but I do see finches.
I don't want to make my finches too ostentatious. The finches I see usually betray their presence by their chirping or by their flickering, seldom by their colors. The black-head finch, or the yellow-body variety would blend in too much with my painting of pear tree flowers. I mean, I do want my finches to be sort of obscure, but not to the extent of puzzles like "Where's Waldo" ( aka Where's Wally ). I think the red-head finch best fit my purpose. They use the color of their red head as calling cards, but their bodies blend in pretty well with their surroundings.
This looks like a good spot to hang out,
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