Have you ever noticed how fat (on average) Italian birds are? I’m pretty sure they hang out in the crevices of every baker, chef, Saturday market vendor’s routines every single day. Sleuth’s of the almighty CRUMB.
On one of my trips to Italy, I was seeking an outlet, something mindless to do as I recovered from a break up. I decided to take black and white photographs of birds for a full week. The pigeons were the fattest. Little rolly-polly, billiard ball looking creatures. They looked at you like ‘feed me or really bad things will happen’ — I fed them, of course. But even the canaries in the pet store were on the pudgy side. I love Italy. Everything in mass amounts of appetite, beauty and in deep reverence of the almighty crumb.
Project notes: This is the final painting of April. It’s my make up painting from the sick day last week. Bunnies & Bicycles next, oh my!