It's a gorgeous sunny morning here as I sit and sip my coffee and contemplate what my day will look like. And as I do that, well, I figured why not talk about my latest piece. I call it Wonderfully Haunted, and I must say, it's one of my favourite crow pieces that I've done. Why haunted? Well, I am a huge fan of horror movies and all things generally scary, or on what people would call "on the creepy side (much to Misty's dismay, she hates that stuff. I even had to promise never to bring the movie The Fly into our house when we reunited after forcing her to watch it with me back in the 80's ... sorry Jeff Goldblum, she's just not that into you (well, she did like you in Law and Order), but I digress. Of course the title and the feel of the piece may have something to do with my love of "the horror", but as always, there's something deeper, what can I say, I'm a pretty clever guy, much to the surprise of most.
Besides scary movies, I also love old buildings. You know, when you're walking by and you see an old house, it's dilapidated, empty, lonely, the yard inhabited only by the crows that hang out on the branches of unkempt trees, partially obscuring the windows, but there it stands, and you can see it's past glory in your mind's eye. How it used to stand, so tall, so beautiful, the huge rooms, the ornate and intricate architecture. You wonder about the types of people that lived there. Who were they? What did they do? Were they happy? What happened to them? Did they all die or just move away? Was there no one to pass this former beauty onto? I imagine who the inhabitants were, but in reality, I guess I'll never really know, that's between the old house and the crows.