I love birds. It is amazing that lifeforms have willed themselves into the air via countless years of minute changes by natural selection. Kingfishers have enormous heads and beaks designed to help them catch fish. The look like cartoons.
This is a painting of an angry blue bull. He is mad because he didn’t take his lexapro. He finds himself getting mad for no reason at all. His anger burns in him like an invisible alcohol fire. It chars his insides to a black powdery crisp.
I love chameleons. I used to go to the pet store and look at them for hours. I am pretty sure they are aliens. Just look at their feet – those things are not of this world. This is a tiny orange micra chameleon – they are the size of a match-head. Like all chameleons they are from Madagascar.
I love listening to birds go off at sunrise in spring. It is like they have been beat down by harsh winter weather and they celebrate the return of warmth and greenery. I live next to a college campus and it is inundated with large old growth trees and songbirds. When I walk outside to go to work I am hit by a deep field of cacophonous echoing happy bird sound that is unlike anything I have heard before. It is like something out of a vast swirling dreamscape where birds are sentient machines and their songs have a secret coded meaning.