24x30 Acrylic/ Canvas/ Art Resin Coated. Ready to hang. 

InFormation 

In the immortal words of Oliver Wendell Holmes -“A mind that is stretched to a new idea never returns to its original dimension.” 

I always talk to the crows on the power lines and ask them when did they get so big? Where are they going next? Is there anything they are afraid of? Are you so pitch black in your physical makeup, sound, and presence that to you -is the rest of the world blinding, illuminated white? 

How do you balance the weight of your wings or do you not think of it at all? Do you get to just be?  What is it like to expand but so gradually that you aren’t aware you are the biggest thing in the sky? (Except for the pelicans. When the pelicans all roll up in formation I always have either the top gun theme song or Beyonce's “Formation” playing in my brain.) 

At least for me the crows, in all of their looming and cackling honesty - keep me looking up and asking the sky things. Then I read that the spiritual meaning of seeing a single crow means that my spiritual connection to my higher self is being strengthened. I was deep in thought about this when I started this black and white painting. Stark, looming, and absolute in her sharply unapologetic simplicity. 

Have I stretched my mind into too many new ideas to ever return to simplicity? Am I connected to my higher self really or am I just eating ice cream and basing peace off of what I absentmindedly consume? Am I too soft and emotional to be sharp, unapologetic, and looming? Was I too strong too young so now I can barely grocery shop or set a boundary? 

Or am I a balance of the whole portrait - pitch black meets bright white light and shadow? Always and never. The duality of the school of Earth being the entire point of this lifetime and all of the others. My ego fighting with my higher self second by second making up the required duality of what I experience as life.  

Painted in symbolism on a canvas. With a crow that wakes me up for a second or two from time to time and asks me all of the things I asked her first. Crows hold funerals for other crows. They remember faces and pass them on to generations of people that have been kind to them or caused them stress. They mate for life with one partner and have regional dialects. They are some of the smartest creatures in the world. I am honored that one appeared in my art and that she spoke to you about duality and the experience of your spirit within this life too. A new idea. A different dimension. 

Every somehow has a place where we might not set foot. 

(Let it go)