ink and acrylic paint on vintage book page, 7 1/4" x 4 3/4"
52/100 in 100 days creative challenge
I like this feather. Feathers are pretty.
When this page fell out of my Alice in Wonderland book, and I read the words on it (which I often do when trying to come up with a drawing for the page) the image that popped into my head was a feather. Just a feather. And the concept of freedom.
I could go on about what freedom means and the heavy weight of American freedom, history, politics, poverty and slavery. But I won't.
I'm going simply leave it to the feather to speak to freedom.
It's small. It's light. It's miracle of nature. It's beautiful.
And there was one floating around my house, I knew. The kids brought it in. I ran around trying to find it and it was nowhere to be found.
Here I was, desperate for that feather so I could draw it, and I'd just seen it. I wanted to catch the inspiration while I still had the idea. But it was gone.
For a day, I kept the page to the side, hoping to find that feather.
In the end, I found a picture of a feather on line and used that for my drawing.
I keep trying to make this post one that is very deep and heavy, one about not being tied to our previous concepts, or being responsible for what we do with our freedom.
But instead, I'm just going to think of a feather floating on the wind. Or perhaps the bird which that feather came from, flying through the air, heading out for the horizon.