Tuesday, October 12, 2010


Life has a bit more irony than I would prefer. I’m thinking things should be fixed to their proper place, but they have a way being uprooted and moved about, sometime haphazardly. Although, a sequence of unseen events does often add an interesting twist to life. The crow is free to move about where he may like; not even bound by gravity, yet chooses to rests on the arm of the scarecrow who, secured in his spot, is suddenly propelled forward by the wind. Or is the wind just enough force to convince the scarecrow to propel himself forward? Maybe the scarecrow is the only one to know.

I wish it was a little windier in my studio today.