I began with a bit of cotton muslin about the size of a door and a basket full of acrylic paints.
And with a little help from my friend . . .
It wasn't long before we had this.
Soon after I sent this mural to my grandmother, she was moved into a new room - one with a view onto the courtyard filled with a myriad of plants, with birds busily fluttering about. But even at night, when all the other birds have settled in for the evening, she will always have her Cedar Waxwing there, keeping watch in the branches above.