Dancing Stars: Part 1

This week my morning walks to work have greeted me with rain and wind. Fortunately, I walk with a bright pink umbrella borrowed from my roommate. Drawing inspiration from my walk and utilizing the lack of social activity filling my evening, I watched a movie and painted.

I wrote this on the back of my painting:

I would rather learn from one bird how to sing than teach 10,000 stars how not to dance.

I have been told that something this cute doesn't function well alone and that he could use a few friends. I wouldn't mind looking at an army of silly, dancing stars.