I know, I know, phoenixes don't have chicks, they die and are reborn themselves, but I really needed an adult phoenix in the picture too. So in this version the old phoenix feeds its offspring its last energy and heat, and once the small one is strong enough to survive in its own, the old one vanishes in a twirl of black smoke.

Original: Acrylics, some use of watercolors and black markers, size A3 (slightly cropped) watercolor paper.