There’s a crow in my neighborhood who wants me dead. Its screams when it sees me are heart-stopping. Do I look like someone who kicked a chick?
I watched Alfred Hitchcock’s The Birds with a niece intent on seeing the classics. I wouldn’t have picked that one, but when the hapless human herd is strafed by birds, I thought of one whose venom might be keeping it up nights.
Jean-Luc Mylayne takes an entirely different view, offering a fusion of factual clarity and high romance.
Jessie Henson liberates hers from embroidery.
Facts aren’t enough for Justin Gibbens.
Elizabeth Sandvig is drawn to the avian world of improbable collaborations.
Mike Simi takes his birds past Bladerunner, into the realm of ordinary plastics.
Michael Spafford ‘s have mystical powers.
Anselm Kiefer‘s have read too much and forgotten how to fly.
Mine hops up and down on the branches of a high tree. Once earned, the enmity of crows deepens and grows.
You might want to check out various exhibitions of Jamie Wyeth’s work including one currently on view at the Farnsworth Art Museum in Rockland, Maine–“Seven Deadly Sins” as occur in the land of seagulls! Also an earlier exhibition devoted to a variety of birds including ravens and vultures. Nothing profound but Hitchcock would smile…