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There’s a Crow Flying…(third variation)

crow #3s

…Black and ragged
Tree to tree  (Joni again)

crow #3 close up 1s

For this monoprint I added stitched trees as well as a collage crow.

crow #3 close up 2s

You can see the first two variations here:

There’s a Crow Flying…

crow #1s

“…he’s black as the highway that’s leading me…” (Joni Mitchell, that song has been in my head for a week)

This is kind of a variation on my series “What is It Good For?”  In #7 (    I did a monoprint on rice paper from the (very wet) watercolor I was working on and then stitched over part of it.  This time I put the paint on a piece of plastic and pressed the paper on that.  Actually I did 7 different ones, sometimes more than once, adding paint as I went along.  Some were more successful than others, but I like to take things that are not quite what I want and add things to them to see what happens.  So I’m going to maybe collage or stitch a lot on some of them.  I also got a feel for what I want to do next time, including getting glass or plexiglass that is thick and rigid, not thin and flexible like the piece of plastic I used.  I worked on the floor, also not ideal as I had to get from sitting to standing a number of times, and I also kept stepping in paint.  But I don’t really have another place to do this at the moment (although I have a wonderful studio in my mind).

crow #2s

I always intended to put crows in these skyscapes, but I wasn’t sure how I would do it.  I settled on collage silhouettes for the first two.  I like them, but want to add stitching for more texture to the next one I do.

13 blackbirds s

The river is moving.
The blackbird must be flying.

One of the first collages I did after not doing anything for many years, “Thirteen Blackbirds”, was inspired by the Wallace Stevens poem “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird.”  This poem was my introduction to Illustrated Poetry, too.  (

More to come.

Take These Broken Wings

there's a crow flying #2

Curse not the king, no, not even in thy thoughts, and curse not the rich in thy bedchamber; for a bird of the air shall carry thy voice, and that which hath wings shall tell the matter.
–Ecclesiastes 10:20

Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the blackbird.
–Wallace Stevens, “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird”

apolcalyptic crows wht s

That which hath wings shall tell
(blackbird whirling in the autumn winds)
The birth of the sky, the void in the flow

Three minds like a tree in parallel
(rising in blueness, the mystery twinned)
That which hath wings shall tell

Blackbirds are involved in what I know
(how to release and how to begin)
The birth of the sky, the void in the flow

A man and a woman are one distilled
(diving divining reflected and twinned)
That which hath wings shall tell

The river is moving in flying shadow
(the question unseen that I can’t comprehend)
The birth of the sky, the void in the flow

Imagine these golden birds aglow
(the crow and the tree and the origin’s end)
That which hath wings shall tell
The birth of the sky, the void in the flow

There's a crow flying # if I flew

For the NaPoWriMo prompt, a villanelle with lines taken from an outside text.  I’ve used both of these poetic sources before; you can see examples here and here.  To the words of Stevens and the Bible, I added text from one of my many crow poems, and art selected from my many pieces inspired by crows.

And since dVerse is conveniently featuring the villanelle form this month, I’ve linked to the collection of villanelle poems.

spiral crows 2s