Demented Confessions 11 – Red Bird

Red Bird 3

Red Bird listening,

hearing my old confessions

in feathers and blood.

Red Bird

Red Bird knowing all

the ragged branches of my life

and why I’m falling.

Red Bird 2

Red Bird silently

flying me through arcs of light

to distant thunder.

 

Art and haiku by clinock.

Red Bird. 8″ x 8″ (20 x 20 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.

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13 thoughts on “Demented Confessions 11 – Red Bird

    1. I can feel that Leo Fire vibe flowing into every crook and nanny of July. Ah, Icarus, such a foolish fall, and yet have we not all been burnt in some way by our stubborn perversity? You’re probably right about the “currents” Jana…

    1. And how fortunate I am to see you on-line again dear Marina, thank you for your kind words and welcome back. You were missed my friend. I’m sure your story will be on your blog so will head your way soon…

  1. How fortunate to have the Red Bird John. The Arcs of light purifying and nourishing your being and preparing you you to handle any distant thunder which may come your way.

    1. Hi GA. Thanks for your kind words. Generally I am uncomfortable with categories but understand your question. This particular series of mixed media relief sculptures may perhaps be seen as expressionistic surrealism. I make a work and viewers of my work take it from there…

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