I met her roadside, the way I meet most crows. I choose to think it was a girl, because she was covered in house paint. I likened her appearance to mine, so often smeared with some colour or other on my limbs or my face. Quirky. Wait - I am talking about her again, just to be clear.
There was so much paint on her head feathers that she hardly resembled her crow self, but princess was certain of her identity regardless. The way she walked, picked up the crackers and then flew off - everything she did proudly pronounced: I AM A CROW. You may be confused by my current attire, but rest assured it is just a temporary costume.
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When I first saw the work several weeks ago, I told you that you were "stetching me." Being accustomed to your landscapes, despite your recent fascination with crows, I didn't quite know how to react. After reading of your encounter with this painted bird, I saw the work through completely different eyes. I'm sorry you had to hold my hand. But I'm glad you did.
ReplyDeleteI try not to hold the viewer's hand too often. I like to leave interpretation to each viewer, as their reaction may be entirely different from my intent. The inspiration for my work does not have to align with the thoughts of the viewer either - in my opinion, art is meant to cause a reaction based on the individual's own experiences. Having said that, I am so happy that you got another introduction to this 'red painted' lady! She was lovely, comical and full of life.
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