A few years ago, spending some time at the Paneveggio Park in the Alps in june, I drew, on grey paper using a fine tip pen, the imposing root of a larch, part of its lower branches, and the housekeeper: a male chaffinch, whose song I learnt by heart, even I who have a poor memory!
The hours spent, sitting on
the grass, were under the spell of the intricate pattern of branches
and bark, and mesmerized by the looping tiri-tiri-tiri-chiùchiùchiù of
the bird. Moreover, I kept asking myself if it wasn't a stroke of
madness to tackle such a graphic quest.
I sold the drawing and
somewhat forgot about it, when a print proof emerged while tidying up,
and I thought: here's this year's card!
Greetings are sung by the chaffinch....