The very sound of the word crow conjures up a myriad of emotions within us – from contempt to outright dislike with awe somewhere is the mix. We seldom start with awe. And yet, crows are fascinating and highly intelligent ( link to David Suzuki Murder of crows) They are somewhat paintable (is this even a word?) as well. Mostly seen as a silhouette against the as they are sooo black. But up close there are hints of iridescence with muted mauves and blues - if you can get up close, they are timid – need a really long lens.
So, I was thinking there is a series in painting crows. Thinking the next and third painting will be a solitary crow.
One for sorrow , Two for joy,Three for a girl,Four for a boy.Five for silver,Six for gold,Seven for a secret; never to be told.Eight for a wish,Nine for a kiss, Ten for a time of joyous bliss.
Then we thought – great idea for a series of paintings to mirror the nursery rhyme. However I am not really sure how many crow paintings I have in me. I have paintings two paintings complete one with two and another with five crows – leaves too many more painting to be completed to match the poem.
And yet, somehow I think there may a poured painting in the mix
And with the cerulean love hate relationship thing – I am unsure of how may skies I want to lose sleep over!
Until next time...