Smaller passerines appear to have richer songs. Those blessed with a particularly fine voice are blesséd indeed. The repeated phrases of the Song Thrush (Turdus philomelos) are an example of this, offering an enigmatic and persuasive presence in woodland, particularly on a fine evening, and suggestive that their voice is compelled by joy as much as necessity.

This work is in a larger ikon form than others I have painted. The thrush is perched on a branch of The Oak of Mamre, having emerged from the darkness of the cave to sing at the first light of dawn.

Turdus philomelos
Turdos Philomelos



Turdus Philomelos
Painted gesso board and metal leaf (2017)
34 x 43cm