Thursday, August 18, 2022



            Kim and I have collaborated on a number of projects. “Fish Crow,” pictured below, is one of them.


Here is the text of the poem in case you can’t read it in the photo:




How I love the paper sack:

The roar of paper when you pack

It full of lovely scavenged scraps

For works of art that cry, “perhaps.”


How I love its humble brown –

Unbleached, undyed: the art of down

To earth. Its folds and wrinkles feel

So unpretentious and so real.


            When I started to write this blog post, I thought it was going to be a celebration of Kim and my collaboration in many areas of our life. Kim built the nest, took the photos, collected the feathers and papers, and arranged and mounted everything. I wrote the poem.

            Then I thought it was going to be a discourse on finding significance, even beauty, in even the most humble and insignificant things.


            And now I think the collage is about growing old. The rugged beauty of the Fish Crow is part of that very real experience.

1 comment:

  1. My wrinkles are unpretentiously real, Dave, not to mention my folds.