Devotee

A bit over a month ago, a pair of pigeons decided to nest on my balcony. I got very attached to them, watching the parents take turns tending to the nest, putting out fresh water and seeds every day, and eventually witnessing the first chick hatch.

Unfortunately the chick (which was about five days old at that point) didn’t survive. For the next two days, the mother kept returning to the nest, seemingly still trying to care for what was left. I didn‘t have the heart to remove it until the flies came.

I think this experience stayed with me more than I initially realised. This painting grew out of it, though maybe it became about something a little broader along the way.