$20
Item#: 2002SYR09
11x17-inches, printed on heavy weight (100-pound) Hammermill cover paper. We package each print with a piece of chipboard in a clear plastic sleeve.
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Under tumbled black
Liquid pigeons pour through sky
Chased by peregrine.
I work in the city, and every day during my lunch hour I go for a walk. So I've sort of formed a bond with pigeons. Not because I feed them, but because I find them so beautiful.
Once I wrote a whole series of pigeon poems, and people actually got angry at me. They were angry because I was writing about something that seemed so trivial to them. But I find beauty in most everything, including pigeons.
After a while, I discovered there were peregrine falcons living on the tops of buildings, and they were eating the pigeons. So I actually saw a scene like the one that I wrote about. It was on this dark, ominous day. And it was thrilling to see it, especially under such exciting weather conditions.
The poem is about a peregrine hawk chasing pigeons. At first I didn't know what a peregrine was. Then someone told me it was a kind of hawk. So I thought, “Cool—a bird.“ I like painting birds. They're one of my favorite subjects. You can paint them very expressively.
The poem alone brings to mind lots of images. I chose to portray hawk minus the pigeons. Someone suggested I show the hawk tearing the pigeons up. But I thought that would be distasteful. And to have a bunch of pigeons in the background would have been redundant. It wasn't really necessary. The image was focusing more on the city of Syracuse.