Text in paintings (roughly):
Tuesday Morning, NW 20th Ave and Lovejoy.
One
crow sits alone and completely quiet in the top of a birch tree. He
preens.
Tuesday
afternoon, Wallace Park.
A
boy looses most of his banana while running to catch the bus. He has
not taken one bite of the banana, clutched upright in his hand, as if
that first bite is simply on pause. The exposed fruit breaks
unnoticed and leaps onto the sidewalk just under a little girl's
gait. Miraculously, she passes over the banana without incident. The
boy looks down at his banana mid stride, looks behind him, registers
the facts and runs onward. Unfortunately, a well-meaning mother picks
up the fallen banana and calls to the boy. He hesitates, halts, does
as he was taught and the banana ends up in the trash.
Wednesday
morning, Wildwood trail, Hoyt Arboetum.
Two
birds fall out of a tree together. The tree was a cacophony of little
song birds, something crashed through the leaves...two birds,
intimately twined fell through the branches flapping their wings just
enough to drift down slowly and land gently on the ground. The
bounced apart from each other then, but immediately got back to
whatever it was they were doing. I assumed it was spring and when I
realized it was Autumn I realized a great truth about birds that
fluttered in my cheeks like the glowing leaves around me.
Thursday
afternoon, the west end of Lovejoy street.
The
leaves are all in their places on the ground lounging in their
pungent memories of summer. A jay sings in the top of the maple.
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