How earthbound and captive to a petulant spring wind is this flash of iridescence, lightning blue-on-black, a crow’s wing feather. . Intricately made, with spine and ribs precisely curved to master the air, it’s as complex as life itself in its fashioning, its purpose, yet black as death in its death. . This feather at one time challenged the heavens but is now capriciously blown about, rising as if to soar, only to falter. Its flutter is nothing more than the wind. . If this quill could find ink, would it write of soaring as a memory or would it tell of a spirit kept alive by stir of the wind? WARREN GOSSETT
17th January 2012 – SOLD 1 Card – Thank you to the buyer!
I am a watercolorist living on my little piece of African soil in Tarlton, Gauteng, South Africa. The inspiration for my art is the wonderfully rich variety of Fauna and Flora to be found throughout this beautiful country. “There is a fine line between dreams and reality; it’s up to you to draw it.”