Paint first a birdcage
With an open door
Paint next
Something nice
Something simple
Something beautiful
Something useful
For the bird
Place then the painting to a tree
In a garden
In a wood
Or in a forest
Hide behind the tree
Without saying anything
Without moving…
Sometimes the bird comes fast
But he can arrive after long years
Before decided to come
Not to discourage itself
Wait
Wait for years if we have to
The speed or the slowness comes of the bird
Without any relation
With the success of the painting
When the bird comes
If he comes
Observe the deepest silence
Wait the bird comes into the birdcage
And when he is in
Close slowly the birdcage with a brush
Then
rub out one by one all the bars
By paying attention not to touch any feathers of the bird
Then make the portrait of the tree
Choosing the most beautiful leafs of its branches
For the bird
Paint too the green leaves and the coolness of the wind
The sun dust
And the noise of the green beats in the summer heat
And wait that the bird decide to sing
If the bird doesn’t sing
It’s a bad sign
Sign that the painting is bad
But if he sings it’s a good sign
Sign that you can sign
So you can tear slowly
One of the feather of the bird
And you write your name
In a corner of the painting.