View Full Version : a tree which flies north for winter

03-29-2004, 04:48 AM
another assembleage while painting eludes

- dead bansai, feathers, wire, cicada shell

i know its pretty
i was hoping the feather/leaf metaphore
would be a little more affronting

03-29-2004, 07:22 AM
Maybe also thinking metaphorically re the tree structure/shape in relation to feathers(bird) = affronting (your word).

Maybe with the actual/real tree/limbs = literal=too easy = feathers glued to a bonsai tree = so what?

03-29-2004, 01:32 PM
I kinda like the skeletalness (is that a word?) of the tree.

03-29-2004, 05:55 PM
I like the idea of the cicada shell empty...
but the tree gets to fly away
as so often the husk is left
clinging to the left behind

I see what mame's saying tho, maybe something more? or less?

03-29-2004, 06:27 PM
sometimes we hit sometimes we miss

03-29-2004, 07:03 PM
It aint a bad miss, though :D

03-29-2004, 07:17 PM
nono i hate you forever now

03-29-2004, 09:05 PM
I liked it the first time I saw it, but something kept nagging me.

There are two small knobs at the top of the trunk which look like eye stalks, and I really l liked the idea that the bonsai was actually a creature, once spent in the soil, which now has sprouted feathers to claw and scrape at the sky in an effort to escape to a new home. However, the idea of all of its brittle flapping limbs breaking off bothered me.

It's taken all day for me to figure out what would seal the deal for believeability to me. I used to make wire petal frames which I dipped into something called "fun film" which came in various transparent colors and basically left a clear skin over the wire framing. I see a transparent amber skin over the skeleton with the dainty feather sprouts resiliently fused to the limb-tips.

But it's still a "brilliant mistake" (to quote Elvis Costello)!

03-29-2004, 11:11 PM
It's sad looking. It reminds me of a poem I once read about 50 birds taking flight from a tree all at once. This looks like the (h)eardrum-moment-after you could no longer differentiate your heart from their wings beating against your breast; and what's left is left: a stilling quiet like a fall of snow.

Hits you like a prayer in the chest.

03-31-2004, 01:05 AM
perhaps a nest
with an egg
so mother bird will return home

03-31-2004, 12:38 PM
Tis not a "miss" to me.

Awkward as an egg.
Carved of conglomeration.
a small celebration of memorization of knowing that: