I was watching two gulls converse recently. Actually it was only one doing all the talking; the other kept trying to get away--trying to escape apparently. I thought, he must have stayed out very late last night. But then I thought, maybe the one talking is apologizing for something. After I worked through my stereotypical anthropomorphic analysis I felt part of their drama--they were connected in a very personal way and I became connected through that relationship.
I've always held a fascination with gulls. Their beautiful displays of sinuous movement in flight and their amazingly colorful range of grays are hard to resist as a painter. But there is also that drama to their existence, giving meaning to every colony.