Crow's Call16 x 20
collage
acrylic
on paper
The crow was such a familiar bird to her; it always reminded her of home.
She used to love the way it's blackness could be overlooked and taken for granted.
Unlike the other birds in the yard.
This bird spoke to her.
Somehow she identified with it.
The morning her father died she heard one cawing wildly outside her bedroom window.
Crows caw to warn others of impending danger.
Since then
she would never look at a crow the same way.
That familiar bird,
so obvious.
If only she could believe like the Japanese
that these black birds are divine messengers and are
capable of predicting the birth of a healthy child.
4 comments:
Interesting.... are you pregnant? If you're not, just don't allow my comment! :)
" I think the artist has to be something like a whale,swimming with his mouth wide open, absorbing everything until he has found what he really needs. When he finds that, he can start to make limitations. And then he really begins to grow."
quote: Romare Bearden 1912 - 1988
This collage is beautiful.
No Kelly, that window has been shut and sealed quite a long time ago. No kids for me, just dogs. I made the story up while I was painting.
The parent of pets and paintings and poetry!
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