A duck and the sky

When I was in nursery school I painted this duck (or maybe it’s a goose?) I’m not sure how old I was at the time but I know that I was young – 4 or 5? It doesn’t really matter. I wanted to share the painting because of the feet.

You’ll see that the blue sky stops short of the feet. I did that because I couldn’t risk losing the detail of the feet in the blue. I didn’t yet have the precision necessary for that task. So I left it.

When I look at it now, it’s my favorite part of the painting. Imperfection is so often where the magic lies. Actually, it’s not often, it’s always. It’s always where magic lives.