Theory of Flight – Blackbirds

Time stands still down here
Crawling through vast, open spaces
That seem to bend into forever

We cannot know the future
It’s movement comes painfully slow
Grinding down our will
Turning worried stones to dust
Scattering it among the fields
Under blackbird skies
While sultry winds
Blow kisses toward the past
We’ll turn our backs
On the big clock
Four and twenty hours

poem by Nicolas Hall 2011


Theories of Flight – Blackbirds is one of a series of 24 images born out a recurring and growing
theme in my work over the past two years looking at the pursuit and futility of the ideal of flight throughout our human existence.

Flight as freedom, flight as imagination, flight as a deep seeded desire and as the epitome of our own transformation. Yet we never truly come close to the freedom of the birds above us.

Never that true to ourselves
Never that unbound
Never that pure

We are here and they, are there.
Some things remain as they always have been
As they always should be.



  • TeresaClark
    TeresaClarkalmost 4 years ago

    Beautiful poem to go with the painting… The windmill is a nice concept to go too :D

  • I remember hearing one of those old windmills turning the first time I went through the plains states. . . they flutter. . . like birds. And, of course, their height. Reaching into the skies. . . it was perfect for the theme and this particulare mood of landscape.

    Thank you Teresa, for taking time to comment on my work!


    – Nicolas Hall

  • WickedlyLovely
    WickedlyLovelyover 3 years ago

    I absolutely love this.

  • Thank you so much! I am truly honored to have you comment on my work.


    – Nicolas Hall

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