The Robin (Feathers of Tales V)2020
Ink and watercolour on cold-pressed watercolour paper. 297 x 420 mm (11.69 x 16.53 in), 2020.
"Well how the boy tried to stay awake! He hadn't really slept while lying on the frozen ground and he was still exhausted from the walk. His eyes got lower. His head got lower. The fire got lower. So low in fact that a starving wolf began to inch near the sleeping pair. However, there was one who was awake. There was one who saw everything from the middle of an old bush; a little bird who was as gray as the brambly wood." (Irish folk tale)
Although he's a common sight, it's always a pleasure to meet the little robin. When we moved into our new house he was the first to approach while we were digging up the whole garden. While other birds scatter in a blink of an eye, he stays asking for some snacks. And when he sings, all the other birds seem silent as if they were listening to the melancholic tunes. The robin is truly a kind little companion in my backyard. That's why I had to include him in Feathers of Tales.
And in case you were wondering how the story ends, how this friendly bird got his distinctive red chest, here you go:
"The bird hopped down and began fanning the flickering embers until the flames began to lick out hungrily; nor did the little bird stop, despite the pain on his breast, until the flames were dancing with strength. The heat from the flames changed the colour of his breast feathers and from that day onwards the Robin has proudly worn a red breast." (same folk tale)
This is #5 in my Feathers of Tales series, based on birds of Irish folklore. Other pieces are also available in the shop, including the heron, goose, magpie and dove!
Original is sold.