Thursday, 20 December 2012

Sparkle Under Her Footsteps

There is no photo of this painting. It sold before I took a photo of it. The feeling and memory of it, however, are engraved in my heart. 

Surprise surprise, there was a crow. Unlike most of 'my' others though, she was drawn, not painted. She was strong, yet sensitive. She was brave, yet cautious. She looked happy to be walking about. 

As if fulfilled by the sound of each footstep, she swayed through the crunchy snow. She didn't seem to be looking for anything. Just strolling, step by step by step. Like a shocking spill of ink upon a page of paper white, she was steadfast. As icy diamonds disappeared under her feet, I heard no other sound.