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