'BLUE WREN ' - pastel

 

A small male Blue Wren in pastels I gifted to my stepson's partner, Katie.  10 x 10 inches.  Image kindly supplied by Lesley Kiker from Victoria.  Lesley is a wonderful bird photographer and I am honoured she let me use her image to create this painting from it , her photos are superb. 

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