The bird sits and looks up. Nothing else happens, and that was the point — the whole longing fits in the tilt of a head.
The blossoms above it are soft and out of focus because they were made wet on wet: the colour spread through damp paper and stopped where it chose. The bird is the only thing painted on dry paper, and so the only one with a clear edge.
I left the lower left corner bare. That is not an unfinished patch — without that emptiness you would not see that the bird is alone.
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