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This acrylic painting is in keeping with my bold, tighter geometric imagery and heavy marks -- a fun and uplifting style. It’s a flirtation with life amidst the many colorful homes found in Copenhagen, Denmark. 
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 “Bird of the Year,” one of the paintings that I sold at my 2014 show in Seattle, got its title from something I had written with my husband back in 2009.
When I began painting the large bird, I remembered the title, but I’d forgotten about this little poem until Jim found it on his computer. Is that a tweet, or a squawk Is it a sparrow, or a hawk? Is that a quack, or a cluck, Is it a chicken or a duck? Is that a beak, or a bill? What kind of bird upon the sill? It’s the bird of the year, The bird of the year! Is it a cardinal or a jay? Does it matter anyway? A starling or a sparrow? We’ll all find out tomorrow. It’s the bird of the year, The bird of the year!  I’ve always sensed a kind of story behind each artwork I make, and recently I decided to see how that story would come out in writing. This one is called “You Had Me at Hello.”
There once was a giant bird named Iggy who roamed the streets of Seattle hoping to meet a special pet mom. You see, his feathered mom had recently died of the bird flu, leaving Iggy alone and deeply sad. His heart felt like a crushed tomato. People spotted this giant blue creature in Ravenna, Freemont and at Discovery Park. Some days, Iggy flew to Pioneer Square hoping the pulse of the city would boost his energy. He desperately wanted to feel joyful again. Then on Feb. 1st, after witnessing the worst call in Super Bowl history, Iggy sunk into a deep depression when his beloved Seahawks lost to the New England Patriots. How he loathed the Patriots and that evil Tom Brady with his silly smirk and infamously deflated balls. While munching on half-eaten cheddar bits left on the sidewalk by concerned customers at Fuel Sports Bar, Iggy’s heart skipped a beat when a really tall girl glanced his way. “Hello, my name is Iggy. What’s yours?” “Hi, Iggy. I’m Stella. It’s nice to meet you.” Iggy’s giant blue heart melted. He’d found his new mom! And the best part? She was blue, too. Stella hugged him and adopted him on the spot. “Iggy," she said, "You had me at hello.” “You had me at hello,” $900 Acrylic on canvas, 24” x 36” |
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