A Bird in the Hand

I keep staring at this piece, wondering who made it and how it came about. It's a mystery. The only explanation I can come up with is that I was possessed, that I was in some kind of a trance, because to me, it doesn't look like anything I made. All I know is, I was playing around with a piece of plastercloth, then I started doodling on it. This is why I say, go with whatever it is that pushing you, see it through to the end. If you don't like the result, so what? Usually, though, you'll be surprised.