Day 330, 8 x 10″ ink on paper
Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days
The other birds peered at him with dubious curiosity and little respect. One could not be trusted with such unruly, ill-fitted feathers. Such chaos, they thought. And many a peahen turned their regal plumes away.
But the young peacock was undaunted. For in his sporadic feathers lay worlds of energy and stories untold. Curls of tales and circles of adventure offered far more to a young bird than well-coiffed tail feathers.
Micah Richardson 
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No need to introduce that peacock to Dali. Clearly, they’ve already met.
In another life, of course.
very wild. I love the inkwork.
Love his rearrangement of feathers! Great!
Thank you! Regular feathers just wouldn’t have done him justice.
Absolutely, absolutely love this..!
It reminds me of the illustrations in a book I used to practically sleep with as a kid.
: ) thank you for the good memories
Naturally … quite the miracle it survived well enough to pose for you within your inventive brain.
What a wonderful comment! Thank you.
I love your description of this picture. Before I read it I immediate thought of the whole universe represented in this one, single bird. It must be that the spirals reminded me of galaxies. I really enjoy it. “Chaos”, “sporadic feathers”, “worlds of energy” (that last one’s my favorite). Well done.
Yes, I think he has some planetary activity in his gorgeous feathers! So creative, Micah!
Thank you, Megan.
Planetary energy seems very fitting with the orbit like shapes. Thanks so much for taking the time to comment!