I couldn't sleep well because a purple bird was persistently floating around my dreams, insisting to be painted. I really couldn't get up at 3 a.m., so I tossed and turned until the morning, and then went right to my studio and picked up the brushes.
And since I haven't done it in a while, I wanted to see how it looks when I record it, so I fished out my tripod from the depths of the closet, connected the camera and started. I don't think that you can see the embedded video in readers (I never can), so in case you are interested click on the link.
Things happen in mysterious ways sometimes... I painted the bird holding a flower, and when I opened the door in the evening to greet my husband, imagine my surprise when he filled my arms with flowers for no reason at all, except that he felt like it. He might be my purple bird! Feeling very lucky and extremely grateful for it :-)