Blue Diva

The Blue Diva, yes, she was a diva, a queen Blue Russian, who had a staff of two. She had humble beginnings born not in a barn but in an old rowboat on a farm. From these humble beginnings she became a princess, a spayed queen and finally a diva. She looked down her royal nose at most people and creatures except for the raven who lived in the old growth Douglas fir trees in her garden. They spoke every morning after her breakfast, she on a wide windowsill and raven on a branch above. What they said I do not know but it must have been worth her time. Perhaps he was telling her how beautiful her coat shimmered in the early morning sun.

Blue Diva, 9.5x11.5 inches, pastel on paper.