“Hope” 6×6, oil on panel, framed.
I have forever loved Emily Dickinson’s poem “Hope is the Thing with Feathers” and returned to it time and time again especially in my decade + of painting birds. What I notice most is how my birds have changed over the years, and with them, perhaps, my notion of hope. In my paintings, they have become less earthbound, less perched, more open-winged and soaring. Two January’s ago, I spent nearly the entire month ruminating on the presence of a great blue heron that had flown directly above me on one of my morning runs, and since then I have been in awe any time that experience reoccurs.
I spent half my studio time this morning listening to the calls of egrets and spoonbills on youtube. Not exactly delicate songbirds, their throaty, croaking voices feel, at this moment and in this season, the most honest calls of hope.