birdspot

In picking through pieces and creating a whole – bits of a bird, some lines, a life, nothing is ever quite what is seems. Sounds will bend as they move through space to change pitch, visual fragments bizarrely coalesce into something recognizable, disappointments become opportunities – all clues that we are not as securely grounded into a reality as we might like to believe.

Consider social networking. It is so potentially vapid, and ripe for narcissistic excesses. Many people with a hefty dose of common sense stay well away from it, or begrudgingly participate to appease feelings of obligation. Too much personal information, misinformation that is glibly believed, and blatant attempts to capitalize monetarily on these common denominators – what is there not to hate? Except that, through all of the static and endless parade of updates and retweets, small magical things can happen. In the accumulation of the smallest increments, friendships are forged. Friendships are made that, improbably, spring forward, 140 characters at a time, and evolve into real life eatings of good foods and havings of good conversations and leavings full of new experiences and memories.

Happy 10th Anniversary, Erin and Charles! Thank you for such a warm welcome into your lives.

Carolina Wrens, and details, ink on paper, somewhere around 11 x 9″ (I forgot to measure it before I left Ithaca).