“Shattered Screech Owl” is a Gansai (Japanese Watercolor) painting featuring a Red Morph Eastern Screech Owl against a mottled forest green background resembling a stained glass window. Her eyes are bright yellow and assertive. Like this owl means business. And she does.
Deep within the ancient forest, where the trees whispered secrets to the wind, lived a red-morph eastern screech owl. She was known as Nyx, a creature of sharp wit and even sharper talons. Unlike the other owls, who preferred the quiet solitude of the night, Nyx patrolled her territory with a fierce determination, protecting the smaller creatures from harm. She was a force to be reckoned with, her piercing yellow eyes seeing through the darkness, her calls echoing through the trees like a warning. Her territory was her pride, a lush, vibrant green haven in the heart of the ancient woods.
One sultry summer evening, as the fireflies blinked their enchanting code in the velvet darkness, Nyx was startled by a flash of russet fur. A fox! She immediately took to the air, determined to protect the field mice she knew were foraging nearby. She swooped down, talons extended, ready to give chase.
But something was wrong. The fox wasn’t running. It was…glowing? Before Nyx could make sense of it and force her wings to change course, she collided with the fox and then slid through it. It was something hard and unyielding and then something that felt like water. She was released and then tumbled to the ground, disoriented and confused.
As her vision cleared, she realized she was inside a crumbling cathedral. The air inside was still and heavy, the silence broken only by the soft rustle of her feathers and click of her talons on the stone floor. She looked around, trying to understand what had happened. Then, she saw a stained-glass window depicting a dense forest, its leaves a calming shade of dusty green. And within the window next to it, the fox, surrounded by aqua green light! The very fox she had been chasing!
Drawn by an unseen force, a strange sense of recognition, she hopped closer to the window. As she touched the cool glass, a surge of magic coursed through her body. The world around her dissolved into a whirlwind of colors, and she felt herself transforming, becoming part of the stained glass.
When her vision cleared, she found herself perched within the dense stained-glass forest, her feathers now a mosaic of clay and Sienna, her bright yellow eyes still glowing with their characteristic intensity. And all around her, the vibrant green of the stained-glass leaves. She was no longer just Nyx, the protector of the forest; she was Nyx, the guardian of the cathedral wood.
The fox, in his own the window, looked at her with an expression of…knowing? “ Welcome.” the fox’s voice seemed to echo from within the glass.
Nyx, still slightly dazed, looked around at the other animals in the stained glass. She saw the frightened mouse she had tried to save, now nestled safely amongst the moss’s under a giant mushroom. She saw a fa deer in a nighttime glade, conversing with another owl. And on a cluster of bright red mushrooms, she saw a small colony of ladybugs, their tiny shells gleaming like jewels. They all seemed peaceful, even happy.
The fox continued, “I saw you out there, swooping and diving ever so vigilant. We…we need someone to protect us, someone strong, just in case people come. Will you stay, Nyx? Will you be our guardian?”
Nyx, her protective instincts still burning bright, looked at the creatures around her, all safe and happy. And she knew what she had to do.
“I will stay,” she said, her voice ringing with a newfound resolve. “I will be your guardian. Now WHO’s that owl over there?”
And so, Nyx embraced her new role, becoming a beacon of strength and hope within the cathedral, a guardian of the green, a protector of the nave.
This and more paintings from the “Shattered” series will be offered for sale summer 2025 along with. Prints will also be offered in the future.
Please feel free to use the form below for commissions or gallery appearances. I will answer your request as soon as possible.
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Delilah, the clever deer with wide eyes and graceful stature, and Elvis, the minuscule and cheerful screech owl with feathers tufted to resemble the bark of a tree, shared a bond as unique as any found in the whispering pinewood forest. Their friendship, a mix of Delilah’s gentle wisdom and Elvis’s playful laughter, was a constant source of joy for them.
They lived in a secluded clearing within the whispering pinewood forest, a place where they spent their days crafting fantastical tales. Delilah, with her logical mind, would weave intricate plots, while Elvis, with his boundless imagination, would add whimsical details and cheerful characters. Together, they invented stories of mischievous fairies, playful flying squirrels, and friendly sprites, all creatures that loved the night.
However, the surrounding forest inhabitants didn’t understand their friendship or their stories. They found their tales offensive and weird, their bond an oddity. Raised eyebrows and hushed whispers followed them wherever they went. Delilah, with her patient nature, tried to explain their connection, but to no avail. Elvis, though cheerful, felt a pang of sadness at the constant disapproval.
One night, Delilah’s mother told her of a place that was accepting, a place where differences were celebrated. She had heard tales of an ancient cathedral, with its shimmering stained-glass windows. At once Delilah told Evlis and they dreamed of capturing their stories in glass, a window that would reflect the beauty of their enchanted realm. They had no idea what “stained-glass” was, but it sounded like it was made with magic.
With newfound hope, they journeyed deep into the forest and through the whispering pines and ancient oak trees. Through meadows and streams towards a long lost village that once heald a towerinng stone building. Tired and hungry, they eventually glimpsed the distant glow far away.. As they approached a clearing, the massive stone cathedral’s windows shimmered with an otherworldly light, beckoning them closer. They carefully stepped inside, their eyes wide with wonder, and found themselves surrounded by a spectrum of colors. They visited each stained-glass pane and saw that they held a scenes of joy and acceptance, with animals of all kinds living in harmony. Delilah felt a sense of peace, seeing the other creatures looking so happy and playful, each in their own vibrant pane of glass. Elvis, his heart filled with delight, let out a series of joyful trills and hoos.
As the setting sun painted the cathedral in hues of gold and rose, they found a window that mirrored their many of their own fairytales. It was a night scene, with a golden crescent moon hanging above a serene blue lake called Kimsey. A flowering dogwood tree, its blossoms crafted from fragments of golden colored glass, stood beside the lake. The window’s fractured blues, greens and golds shimmered with details that seemed to beckon them closer.
“It’s beautiful,” Delilah murmured, her eyes reflecting the vibrant colors. “A place where unique pieces come together to create something extraordinary.” “This window resembles our very own imaginations, Elvis!”
“Like it was meant to be!” Elvis chirped, his tufted feathers twitching with excitement.
They had come to the cathedral seeking refuge, seeking a place where their unusual friendship would be understood. They found a strange comfort in the cathedral’s accepting silence and the window made up just for them.
As they gazed at the dogwood window, a sense of belonging washed over them. They weren’t broken, they realized, but rather unique, their bond a rare and precious thing. The cathedral, with its mosaic of stories and its ancient beauty and magic… yes, magic!, had offered them a home where they could simply be themselves.
And so, stepping inside, Delilah and Elvis found their place, not in the shadows of judgment, but in the radiant light of the stained-glass windows.
Delilah and Elvis the Owl
Every night, their silhouettes appeared in the dogwood window with the shimmering blue lake and crescent moon. Delilah’s graceful form and Elvis’s cheerful feathers the unlikely friendship in a home in the heart of a cathedral deep in a forgotten ancient pinewood forest.
Every evening under their blooming dogwood tree, they would continue to weave stories of mischievous fairies, playful flying squirrels, friendly sprites and all creatures that loved the night.
Thanks so much for enjoying my painting and story! This beautiful painting is 8×10 and features shimmering Gansai watercolor pigments.
If you are interested in the original, please contact me for price and location if you’re local. If you are interested in a print of this painting please use the contact form below and we can work together to produce the perfect size and style of print that you wish.
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The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of vibrant yellow and fiery orange. Elvis, the eastern screech owl, perched on a branch of an ancient oak, his blue feathers shimmering in the fading light. He wasn’t just any owl; he was a stained-glass owl, his form a mosaic of sapphire and azure, his eyes twin suns of molten gold.
He remembered the day he had stumbled upon the crumbling cathedral, deep within the whispering pines. Drawn by the kaleidoscope of colors spilling from its broken windows, he had ventured inside, only to be caught in a surge of magic. The glass had shattered, and he had been reborn, transformed into a living work of art.
Tonight, though, his heart was heavy. Delilah, his dearest friend, the wise deer with eyes like polished stone, had gone on a journey to the Crystal Caves, seeking a rare moonflower that bloomed only once a century. She had promised to return before the moon reached its zenith, but the hours were slipping by, and worry gnawed at Elvis’s glass heart.
He remembered their adventures together, soaring through moonlit skies, sharing secrets whispered on the wind. He missed her gentle presence, her calming wisdom. He gazed at the sunset, the colors mirroring the warmth he felt for her. “Come back, Delilah,” he trilled in his sing-song voice.
As the last sliver of sun disappeared, a flicker of movement caught his eye. A graceful figure emerged from the shadows, her coat shimmering like moonlight on water. It was Delilah. She carried a luminous moonflower tucked behind her ear, its petals glowing with an ethereal light.
“Elvis!” she called, her voice like the gentle rustling of leaves. “I’ve brought you a gift.”
Elvis swooped down to meet her, his heart overflowing with joy. He nuzzled his glass head against her soft fur. “You’re back,” he said, his voice filled with relief.
Delilah smiled. “The journey was long,” she said, “but I knew you’d be waiting for me.” He peered at the moonflower tucked safely by her soft, warm ear. “Its light reminds me of your eyes,” she said.
Elvis gazed at the moonflower, its petals reflecting the starlight. He knew that even though he was trapped in glass, he was free in his heart, as long as he had Delilah by his side. And as the moon rose high in the sky, casting its silvery glow upon the forest, Elvis knew that their adventures were far from over.
“Shattered Elvis at Wooded Sunset” is a Gansai (Japanese Watercolor) painting featuring a dark blue Eastern Screech Owl against a bright yellow background. His eyes are painted with shimmering light Kuretake lemon yellow pigments.
This and more paintings from the “Shattered” series will be offered for sale summer 2025 along with. Prints will also be offered in the future.
Please feel free to use the form below for commissions or gallery appearances. I will answer your request as soon as possible.
Check out my other paintings at www.tobitokens.com or find out a little more about me at About Tobi! Visit Disclosures to find out how I establish these short stories.
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The story of the “Shattered Chicken” series began as an unexpected twist of creativity. I was preparing for a last-minute artist pop-up, frantically painting piece after piece, when I hit a creative wall. With no clear plan, I decided to simply let the brush guide me, layering colors and shapes until, almost by accident, the original blue-gray chicken emerged.
At first, I thought it was, well, ugly. But my husband saw something in it and encouraged me to include it in the pop-up. To my surprise, it was the first piece to sell! The buyer graciously allowed me to display it throughout the event, and it quickly became a crowd favorite, sparking conversations and turning heads.
That day, the “Shattered Chicken” found its wings. Inspired by its unexpected success, I received a few commission requests—with the promise that each piece would be unique. The result? “Shattered Orpington” (lime green) and Vibrant Shattered Bantam (bright red-orange), two vibrant, stained-glass-style chickens that now complete the trio. Each painting captures the lively energy and spirit of these birds in a way I never imagined when I first picked up the brush.
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🌲✨ Greetings, dear friends of the enchanted forest! ✨🌲
I’m so sorry for my long silence! I’ve been lost in a delightful world of creativity and magic. And oh, what an adventure we had this summer! My husband’s unexpected bike crash added a dash of excitement to our days (don’t worry, he’s perfectly fine!). It certainly shook up our routine in the most unexpected ways, filling our summer with surprises and new rhythms. Life has been a whirlwind of wonder and unexpected joys!
The summer and fall months have been a whirlwind of paint and imagination as I prepared for various shows and attempts to keep The Lost River General Store brimming with my latest originals and prints.
Since October, I’ve been crafting a special collection of holiday ornaments, each one a tiny portal to a whimsical world. These delightful creations feature charming snowmen, fluttering monarch butterflies, lucky ladybugs 🐞, endearing bees and dramatic, whimsical trees. You’ll also find the mysterious Bigfoot, playful gnomes, and cuddly bears, all lovingly painted on wood slices and tiny canvases.
Lastly and certainly not least… I am thrilled to announce that I have been accepted by acclamation into the artisans market at The River House in Capon Bridge, WV! My first market will be on December 7th from 10 AM to 3 PM. I can’t wait to share my magical pieces with you in person and bring a touch of the Appalachian wonder to your holiday season.
Thank you for your patience with my long awaited art updates and continued support. I plan on returning to my winter routine of painting and posting my latest works.
Once upon a time, on a sunny little farm, there lived a small rooster named Rex. From the moment he hatched, everyone loved him. Rex was smaller than the other roosters, but what made him truly special was his crow. Instead of the usual “Cock-a-doodle-doo,” Rex crowed “Ricky-Ricky Roooo!”
Every morning, little Rex would hop up to the highest point on the barn and proudly crow, “Ricky-Ricky Roooo!” His cheerful call made all the animals dance and start their day with joy. The cows would moo happily, the sheep would bleat in delight, and even the grumpy old goat would give a happy little “bah!”. The farmer and his wife would jump out of bed, ready for the day.
Rex loved his home on the farm. He enjoyed playing with Bella the bunny, racing with Sammy the squirrel, and listening to stories from Elvis the wise old owl. Rex’s unique crow and short stature brought happiness to everyone, and he felt proud to be part of such a wonderful community.
One day, a traveling circus came to town and set up near the farm. The ringmaster heard about Rex’s special crow and came to visit. “Rex, would you like to join our circus and be our special announcer?” he asked. Rex thought about it for a moment. He was flattered by the offer, but he loved his home and his friends too much to leave. “Thank you, but I’m happy right here,” Rex replied with a cock of his head. “Ricky-Ricky Roooo!” The ringmaster offered, gold, jewels and fame. But Rex respectfully declined by announcing much louder than before… “Ricky-Ricky Roooo!”
Finally, the ringmaster understood and respected Rex’s decision. He thanked Rex and went on his way. Rex felt a warm glow of happiness, knowing he had made the right choice.
From then on, Rex continued to brighten everyone’s day with his unique crow. The farm was filled with laughter and joy, and Rex knew he was exactly where he belonged.
And so, Rex the little rooster with the unique crow lived happily ever after, right at home.
“Rex” is on display at Lost River Works in Wardensville, WV. Go see “Rex” and let him and all the other creatures in my collection adorn your home.
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The Lost River Valley is a place of enchanting beauty
Captivating visitors with its serene landscapes and tranquil ambiance. As the morning sun rises over the valley, a sense of calm washes over everything in its path. The soft, golden light gently illuminates the mist that hovers above the river, creating a breathtaking spectacle that words can hardly capture.
The “Lost River Valley Morning” is a time when nature whispers its secrets to those willing to listen. The melody of chirping birds and rustling leaves fills the air, while the distant sound of the river provides a soothing soundtrack to the tranquility that envelops the valley.
Walking along the riverbanks, one can’t help but marvel at the delicate balance of the ecosystem. Wildlife begins to stir, going about their morning rituals as the valley comes to life. It’s a time for reflection, for reconnecting with the natural world, and for embracing the simple yet profound beauty of the “Lost River Valley Morning.”
Whether it’s a leisurely hike, a peaceful meditation by the water’s edge, or simply a moment of quiet observation, the morning in Lost River Valley offers a rare opportunity to witness the world awakening in all its splendor. Visitors are invited to embrace this time of renewal, to immerse themselves in the tranquility of the valley, and to carry its profound sense of peace with them as they journey onward.
Yet, when you happen to sleep with the windows open you can surely expect to be awoken by what is quite possibly the loudest songbird on Earth. The Carolina Wren, with its serenade of pure fury will be sure to jolt you out of your slumber. “You’re Welcome” rings out of its tiny mouth as it flits away.
I will always and forever paint a wren with its little mouth wide open. Our home is a joyful one when it stops by every evening for a blast of otherworldly chirping to close out the day. On the other hand, our little wren will give us a good jolt at first light. Who needs a rooster when you have a wren?
“Lost River Valley Morning” is a celebration of beautiful peaceful mornings and a tiny, feathered, neighbor who likes to make sure you’re awake to enjoy it. This painting contains beautiful, shimmering golden and opal pigments that represents the glorious sunlight that enriches this beautiful valley during the summer. The little cup, full of tea or coffee depicts a delightful landscape showing the morning sunrise in our Valley, complete with blue, rolling hills and the meandering Lost River hugging the flat, fertile land within. This beautiful painting is on display at Lost River Works in Wardensville, WV. Go sing along with the loudest songbird on Earth as he belts out his morning song and maybe take it home with you so you can enjoy the serene morning as well.
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Jasper, a young cardinal, was known for his adventurous spirit. One crisp autumn day, his usual foraging grounds felt too familiar, so he ventured deeper into the unknown. The towering pines, once majestic, now loomed like silent giants, casting long, ominous shadows. The wind, once a playful whisper, now howled through the dense branches, disorienting him. Panic fluttered in Jasper’s chest. He was lost.
Days blurred into nights. Exhausted and famished, Jasper stumbled upon a clearing bathed in an ethereal glow. In its center stood a magnificent, crumbling cathedral. Its skeletal frame was adorned with vibrant stained glass windows, each depicting a scene from a forgotten fable. As Jasper fluttered closer, drawn by the warmth emanating from the window, a gust of wind swept him in.
He landed with a soft thud, not on the cold stone floor, but on a bed of fluffy clouds rendered in shimmering blue glass. He looked around, bewildered. He was inside the window, part of the scene it depicted! Below him, a valiant knight battled a fire-breathing dragon, their forms crafted from ruby red and emerald green glass.
Fear gave way to awe. Jasper hopped onto a branch, sculpted from amber glass, and cautiously explored his new world. He met other creatures trapped within the window, a wise old owl with eyes of golden glass, a mischievous squirrel crafted from amber, and a gentle deer with a coat of forest green glass. They welcomed him with stories of the cathedral’s forgotten glory and the magic that bound them to the glass.
Days turned into weeks. Jasper, though yearning for the freedom of the forest, found solace in his newfound companions and the beauty of their world. He learned about the stories they embodied, the lessons they taught, and the joy they brought to those who gazed upon the window. He realized that even in his confinement, he had a purpose, a story to share.
One day, a young boy, his eyes wide with wonder, stood before the window. He pointed at Jasper, his voice filled with excitement. “Look, Mama! A real cardinal!” In that moment, Jasper felt a warmth spread through the glass, a connection forged between him and the boy. He realized that even though he was trapped, he could still touch the world outside, his existence bringing a spark of wonder to another soul.
As the years passed, the cathedral crumbled further, yet the stained glass remained, a testament to the magic and stories it held. Jasper, the little cardinal who got lost, became a symbol of hope, a reminder that even in the darkest of places, beauty and purpose can be found.
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The joy of a handwritten note transcends the digital age. It’s a tangible expression, a personal touch that lingers long after the email fades. And when that note is penned on a piece of exquisite art, the sentiment becomes truly extraordinary. Today, I’m thrilled to share a project that embodies this very essence: a series of custom notecards I created for a remarkable patron.
The special significance of these cards:
The original notecards were commissioned by Nature Enthusiast, Queen of Stream Restoration & Champion of Clean Water, Mindy Simmons. They feature both vibrant and shimmering Japanese Gansai watercolor pigments along with handmade watercolor appliqués, creating very special one-of-a-kind pieces of fine art. The back of each folded card has my name, website, and the title of each piece written in 4H graphite pencil, a technique to prevent forgery in the event I become the next Georgia O’Keeffe. (I say in-jest.. but who knows!)
The prints and printing process:
With Mindy’s permission, I offer prints of her original cards for sale! I use the website Zazzle because I like the high quality paper options that are eco friendly (Mindy will love this!) and printed in Reno, NV. While they cannot print the shimmering accents nor attach the 3d appliqués that Mindy’s original notecards posses, I believe that the deep, vibrant high quality inks that are used are top of the line. Plus, their customer service and return policy are the absolute best!
Each card is printed on Signature Felt White paper. It is just like the fine watercolor paper that I used to create the original commission: textured with an embossed woven finish. The special grain allows for the original watercolor texture to carry over to the printed cards. The velvety feel and brilliant white color creates an artsy backdrop for your special announcements and is preferred by fine watercolor artists across the globe.
Dimensions: 3.5″ L x 5″ H (portrait); 5″ L x 3.5″ H (landscape)
High quality, full-color, full-bleed printing on both sides.
16.6 pt thickness / 110 lb weight
Brilliant white finish with an embossed woven texture.
Eco-friendly; made using 100% wind powered electricity.
Made and printed in the USA
The back of each card is carefully finished with my name, my website and the title of the original piece. The minimalism on this side creates a space for a special note for a friend or a thoughtful reminder of the artist’s information. Purchase without envelopes for a keepsake to frame or gift.
If you love these cards but want to commission your own originals, contact me!
Introducing, Mindy’s Note Cards:
Mindy is Over the Moon Luna Moth:
I haven’t seen a Luna Moth since I was a child just over the mountain from Capon Bridge, WV. If I understand correctly, it takes a certain climate and habitat that have to be just right for them to survive and thrive. I tried to recreate that habitat at our mountain cabin, but I fear the wildfires will allay another attempt and letting the Luna Moth larvae grow in the leaves near my home.
Here’s how you can increase your chances of attracting them despite the setbacks:
Plant a Luna buffet: Sweetgum, birch, poplar, willow trees – these leafy delights are their favorites.
Shady sanctuary: Existing mature trees with a good canopy are perfect for adult Luna Moths.
Nighttime allure: Plant night-blooming flowers like moonflowers for a tasty moth treat.
Dim the lights: Luna Moths navigate by natural light, so minimize nighttime lighting around your cabin.
Toads are creatures that get a bad rap. These patient fellows will kindly wait for you to walk past them before carrying on their little way, without judgement or duress. We have a humongous toad that lives under our deck. He comes out at night and sits patiently as my toothless four-pound chihuahua pokes at him with her little foot goading him to move. The toad begrudgingly gives a slow hop every now and again, but it seems to be on his own terms. One can’t paint a patient toad without showing his disinterest to the entire world in his face, but what if this disinterested toad had a very lovely butterfly friend that happened to show all the personality that he would not. Put those two together and you’ve got endless smiles as one wonders who wins at the staring contest in this friendship.
The nuthatch was the first thing that Mindy mentioned when she asked me to paint her some notecards. She told me a few details about the funny creatures and I had a giggle because I had already observed them over a few years. A white breasted nuthatch was one of my first successful framed paintings! These little guys never fail to make me giggle.
A single bumble bee, its fuzzy black and yellow stripes a joyful melody against the vibrant purple canvas of a coneflower. This close-up view offers a whimsical peek into what I call “Mindy’s Garden,” a world where even the tiniest bloom receives her loving attention. It’s a tribute to Mindy’s nurturing spirit, a reminder that while flowers may come and go, her dedication to their care is a constant.
I love bluebirds. When Mindy allowed me to let my heart do what it pleased with these cards, I was in rapture. This pair seem to have found the perfect partner as they cuddle next to each other. Bluebirds haven’t just graced my easel for years, they’ve graced my life. Their captivating colors and endearingly sweet appearance are a constant source of inspiration. A nesting pair just outside my window allows for daily observation – a delightful dance of flitting wings and chirps as they tend to their home. The tables are often turned, though. As much as we enjoy watching them, these curious creatures seem equally fascinated by us, clinging to the window screen and peering in with an inquisitiveness that mirrors our own.
Countless stories exist in my mind about how these mice got into this predicament. Yet, the ending is clear, they all want to see that sunset, and the only way is to sit atop that mushroom that rises above the grass. Will chubby Pip be lifted up by his friends? How did the first two get up there in the first place? This sweet depiction of three mice, a mushroom, and a race against time ignites the imagination. One thing I’ve learned is that sunsets will fly by if you’re not ready to receive them.
Mindy’s four wrens is a sweet painting of four little wren eggs sitting in a little nest. They seem to be just waiting for their parents to come back and give them a little warmth. Wrens are another little bird with big personalities. I sometimes think that those little golf ball sized birds are the loudest in the forest. Particularly when they sit outside my open window at first light and chitter away like they own the place. It’s nice to see little wrens sit quietly for a moment, isn’t it?
Downy Woodpeckers share our feeder with local songbirds, mourning doves and chipmunks. They’re a beautiful asset to our birding community. Beyond their impressive clinging abilities, I love knowing these Downy Woodpeckers are beneficial to my backyard. They act like tiny tree doctors, drumming away at hidden insects that could harm my precious plants. It’s a win-win – a beautiful visitor enjoying a tasty treat, while keeping my trees healthy. Maybe I should put out a special “woodpecker feeder” next – a suet feeder mounted on a tree trunk, perhaps? Welcome to the neighborhood, little buddy!
Mindy mentioned that she loved my Indigo Bunting painting. She especially loved the way the vibrant sunset played off the bird’s blue plumage. Taking inspiration from her feedback, I wanted to recreate that sense of joyful contrast, but with a twist. This time, I envisioned the Indigo Bunting perched proudly on a branch, not in front of a fiery sunset, but bathed in the warm glow of butterfly weed blossoms. These native orange flowers, with their clusters of nectar-rich blooms, would attract the bird while adding a touch of local flair to the scene.
“Mindy and the Golden Nut… and that nut, and this nut.. and those nut over there and… Ah look! A nut!”
This little chipmunk named Mindy might be one of my favorite paintings of all time. Mindy is not only surrounded by acorns but her little cheeks are full of acorns, and her little arms are holding the glorious golden nut! What’s a Chipmunk like Mindy to do?
According to National Geographic Kids, a hardworking chipmunk can gather up to 165 acorns in a single day. This impressive number is thanks to their expandable cheek pouches that allow them to carry a surprising amount of food back to their nests. However, it’s important to note that chipmunks won’t necessarily eat all the acorns they collect. They may store some for later or even accidentally drop them while foraging so you can slip on them on your morning hikes through the forest… ehem…
I’m thrilled you enjoyed these little watercolor animals! I have to admit, it was a bit tough saying goodbye to them – each one has a special spark that brings a smile to my face. They’re filled with love, joy, and (of course!) some truly vibrant colors. I hope to write a little story about each one in the future!
If these miniature masterpieces caught your eye and you’d like some of your own, I’d be delighted to create some custom watercolor notecards for you! There are two ways to get started:
Leave a comment below. Let me know what kind of creatures or scenes you envision, and I can bring your ideas to life with a splash of watercolor.
Head over to my contact page: link to www.tobitokens.com/contact/ Here, you can fill out a quick form with your details and commission request.
And hey, if you happen to know me personally, feel free to give me a call directly!
Tobi Dannemiller 