Ravens from a Dream

Why do I paint ravens and other blackbirds?

Ravens symbolize wisdom, secrets, freedom, prohecy, death and the magical ways of the universe. All those aspects have consistently appeared within my fiction and poetry over the years.

A long time ago, I visited a tropical bird shop in New York City. There were parrots and other colorful birds there. A poet friend and I wandered from the well-lit area of that store, and  into a backroom. There was a raven there–beautiful, feathers shiny black, eyes filled with wisdom. A curious creature that grabbed onto a pair of glasses, that I carried, as I walked by its cage. We got into a playful tug of war over those spectacles.

I remember my feathered friend fondly as I paint these days…that being hidden away, appearing to  artists and poets because they’ve wandered off the beaten path. Because they journeyed into a secretive place where the raven waits.

I got to thinking that maybe we’re all in some sort of tug of war with our secrets, our sense of freedom. And don’t most of us deny magic as we strive to make our way in this material world? Don’t most people deny mortality until old age?

Deep thoughts and speculation are a trademark of the creative mind. Maybe those thoughts are silly to the mainstream. No matter…I paint ravens…at least for now…

 

 

Sandy DeLuca, May 12, 2020

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