Hoot, Hoot!

For the last few months, I have been following Tracey Fletcher King's weekly posts for Inspiration Avenue, and had it in the back of my mind to get involved myself. So when I saw her post on owls, I got really excited and thought what a great time to bite the bullet and just start.  I have done several black and white ink studies of owls and also recently did an acrylic painting of an owl (below) which soon after finishing it became the Ipswich Brown Owl's profile picture on Facebook.  I know having already completed the image is a bit of a cheat, but I want to ease myself into this, and what better way to do that.

'MR OWL'

A wise old owl lived in an oak; 

The more he saw the less he spoke; 

The less he spoke the more he heard. 

Why can't we all be like that wise old Bird?

I don't see owls as cute, nor do I see them as nasty creatures, I see them as wise, mostly because of the childhood nursery rhyme/poem (above) about a wise old owl that listened. I can really relate to this, I'm a very quiet soul who does not speak for the sake of hearing my own voice and would much rather listen to someone else speak and learn from what they have to say then be the center of attention in a conversation.