There’s an Egrette which comes to me when my deceased grandmother needs to communicate to my mother through me. As I painted in trance, allowing spirit to come through, I felt her presence beside me and just went with the flow, but again, not knowing what would result from my choice of paints or the weird strokes of my hand that I cannot control. It was only a few days later I realized it was the Egrette, showing perhaps the many dimensions of life, and the touch of color that sparks from their flighty connection.