I love animals. I feel a strong kinship with many of them, even a spiritual connection. Birds are an especially powerful symbol for me. A link between heaven and earth. Sometimes they feel to me like they must be psychopomps, sometimes I wonder if maybe they aren’t guiding new or reincarnated souls into this world. Maybe they do all of that and more!
I just know I love to see them. I love to watch them fly. Here are a few new drawings of birds I finished recently that I hope you enjoy.
I really like Teresa Flowers‘ artwork and photography. She is one of my favorite local artists, and I’ve collected and hang a few of her pieces in my house.
Teresa is working on a new project and series that I find very interesting, and she is asking for help with funding it through Kickstarter. I really like the concept, and would love to see the artwork realized. I like the idea of transparencies and ghost lives that you can wander through and around. I hope you’ll join me and give what you can
I’ve mentioned here before about how much the poem “in Just-” has wedged itself into my imagination. I feel like posting it today. Every year at about this time, snippets surface right behind my eyes and I feel alright. Rain is falling, flowers blossom, trees are a-blooming, and the world is puddle-wonderful.
in Just- BY E. E. CUMMINGS
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
whistles far and wee
and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it’s
when the world is puddle-wonderful
old balloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing