Paper faces on parade.
Hide your face, so the world will never find you!
Every face a different shade.
Look around -
mask behind you!
A translation of Yannik Hay’s The Wise Owl
I really did not intend to do more than one translation, but I have now done three…for a person who does not paint birds, it seems that I have become hooked on them…
I love this owl..owls are so inscrutable…when I started to paint, I thought of the fact that we’ve always been told that owls are wise, but my owl started out looking very sweet and innocent…then when I started to add colour his true nature started to emerge…suddenly I knew what it all meant..the song began to resound in my head…I added the lacy fretwork like a confessional where no one knows who is behind it…suddenly it all made sense…that innocence was a masquerade