NEWBORN WINGS
A pair of newborn wings
Fluttered like hands hooked at the thumbs.
Open. Close. Open. Close.
Making broom tracks in the snow
And flickering shadows in the crisp moonlight.
I opened the window, reached out
and gave them a boost.
My hands in their feathers.
Up. Down. Rise. Descend.
Off you go.
-C.Kane
Left Wing In progress with Tree Self emerging_Week 2 |
Dearest Readers,
A couple of weeks ago I introduced you to one half of a new diptych entitled “The Winged Dervish”, acrylic and oil on canvas. Here's where I am so far. (See Above). It is still in progress, morphing as I add the left wing to the right, seeing what happens when all that shape and color crashes against the opposite side.
And here is your first look at the left side in progress:
Winged Dervish-Right Wing in progress with Tree Self emerging |
Too much going on? Maybe. Let’s see what happens this week as I add some paint here, sand away some color there. The image leads the way to what will stay and what will go. I sit back and stare, roll my studio chair away and lean back to get a wider view.