A PASSIONATE MIX

I come from a long line of over-reactors. We make big deals out of molehills, flapping our wings. Sustained volume, ceaseless singing, simultaneous chatter; ears ringing. A strange bird alone. But when together, birds of a feather. A passionate crew. Doing what we do. You’ll see where I get it. Cackling, yelling. To the point truth telling. Getting loud. Being fools in a crowd. Crying when you don’t need to. Pranking when it suits you. Fighting and fishing for what’s wrong. Making up words to a new song. The resemblance is too much, too telling. A family happily playing in thorny places, sharing lots and lots of words and ruffling feathers. No-one messes with loud birds in the desert. 

30 X 40 in
mixed media painting