Owls remind me of hot summer nights with the windows open in the cabin. Laying there trying to sleep, hearing the soft Hoo, hoo, hoohooo, hoo, hoo, hoohooo. They bring back very pleasant memories of the wonder of youth, mysterious sounds, whispering to my big sisters "what's that?", feeling a teeny bit "freaked out", a little bit scared. I drew this piece because I was struck by the "maternal" gentle, protective picture of such a silent, powerful, predator. What a wonderful contrast!
