10″ x 10″, $275.00
Acrylic on gallery canvas
When I was a small child, my mom would capture a bird in the morning before we woke up. She would set up a box held up with a stick attached to a string that came in the house through the kitchen window. Bread crumbs would attract a bird and she would pull on the sting to let the box fall over it. Then she would put the bird in a cage and we would look at it over breakfast. Soon after, the bird would be released and fly away with no arm done.
Those birds where temporary curiosities for us and the chance to look at them so closely felt like a privilege.