From darkness, the messenger emerges with a fury, swept up by an uncertain urgency to speak. From her cry emerges a wind of change, a rapid transformation born of love. Just in the nick of time, she swoops to meet that which has nearly consumed her and is met by strange and mythical creatures and the formless void, which has become a comfort.
This painting was inspired by the insistent cry of a crow from deep in dark woods at midnight on a moonless night near the Blue Ridge Mountains in Virginia. In her awakening, she found her way, uneasily at first and after some indecipherable squawking, back to her full voice. And this is when the magic unfolded and the promise of love flowed out and the Word became flesh in the inky night.
This crow painting wanted to be painted atop a half-finished background for a painting that no longer felt needed. The original background included Jesus as a lion, Kali the Hindu goddess of fiery transformation (sometimes associated with destruction but also a representation of Shakti and the "fullness of time"), and one who walks between the worlds, who I think was going to be representative of Magdalen.
What is your essential story of life? What is alive in you?