My first encounter with pigeons, as with most people, was on the streets of a city; in this case Philadelphia. At first I barely noticed them, they were pests. But at some point I realized their individuality, their behavior and their existence was no less than any other organism that struggles to survive and live according to the internal rules of its world.
Eventually I was able to pick out certain individual birds by their location, their patterning and their behavior. I was able to identify when a male was courting a female, when a bird was brooding on a nesting site, or was simply searching for a meal.
These paintings are less formal than the fancy pigeon portraits. They are less posed, more brushy and suggestive. They are painted on weathered panels, having been allowed to live on a roof for over a month. They would not normally be accorded the same value as their fancy cousins, but I present them as creatures worthy of artistic consideration nonetheless.