Monday, July 16, 2007

White Raven Series

Ice Raven
24" x 30"
Mixed Media
on Canvas

A comment from a friend on the White Raven series:

...the sense of blood and freshly frozen death that I feel fuels the bright bitter triumph, reaches for the promise of warmth in the yellow star as sun-seed, and wants to speak through the pink and mauve of the pinions.

Put another way: imagine the painting on the ground at midnight, a dead, dessicated white bird caught in a pool of ice, the moon reflecting just so an inch beyond its beak.


Your comments?


PG said...

Couldn't put it so poetically, but it is stunning!

Anonymous said...

That was quite poetic, however I saw something different. More base I guess. As I've been seeing a certain white raven out my backdoor, and it always flies toward the mountains, I saw freedom at night. I adore the quiet of the night. Pure freedom. That could be death I suppose, or life.