Raven Storm
24" x 36"
Mixed Media
on Canvas
2007
When I was 20, I drove into the mountains to stay for a while. On my way, I stopped off just outside of Hinton, finding an isolated place to sleep and fish. I just finished setting up camp when a strange sound started to spread through the shallow valley, getting louder and more confused by the moment. I walked out to shore and from around a bend came what seemed like hundreds of black ravens silhoutted against the glowing sky, screaming their crackling urgent song. It went on forever and like a cloud they passed by, rushing downriver. I always wondered what they were singing, and I wanted to take flight and find the mysterious end to their sunset journey.
2 comments:
I'm not an expert on these things, but is there not a kind of coming of age thing where young men are sent off into the wilderness to find their spirit creature? It would be quite fitting if the raven were yours, and came to you in that way.
What an exhilerating sight that must of been to see. I envy you that vision. Nice to hear from you my friend it's been a while since I've seen a post. (Hugs) Indigo
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