LEARN to FLY (110x110cm, acrylic on canvas, white wood framed)
White wood framed, this painting has been inspired by the Beatles’ song, ‘Blackbird’. Always one of my favourite songs and a beautiful poem, Beyonce’s recent cover has reminded me of its conncection with the civil rights movement in the US in the late 60s.
The song’s gentle comfort that trauma can be overcome, that broken wings can learn to fly, that hope can float - in this painting, envisaged as a journey into the horizon of a new dawn.
‘Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to be free
Blackbird fly
Blackbird fly
Into the light of a dark, black night’
Apparently, most birds only sing when there are no predators around. When they sense danger, they fall silent. And so, the blackbird starts to sing at night, simple and true – a metaphor for the complexities of suffering and oppression reimagined in that simple birdsong – trauma comforted, hope floating.
White wood framed, this painting has been inspired by the Beatles’ song, ‘Blackbird’. Always one of my favourite songs and a beautiful poem, Beyonce’s recent cover has reminded me of its conncection with the civil rights movement in the US in the late 60s.
The song’s gentle comfort that trauma can be overcome, that broken wings can learn to fly, that hope can float - in this painting, envisaged as a journey into the horizon of a new dawn.
‘Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to be free
Blackbird fly
Blackbird fly
Into the light of a dark, black night’
Apparently, most birds only sing when there are no predators around. When they sense danger, they fall silent. And so, the blackbird starts to sing at night, simple and true – a metaphor for the complexities of suffering and oppression reimagined in that simple birdsong – trauma comforted, hope floating.
White wood framed, this painting has been inspired by the Beatles’ song, ‘Blackbird’. Always one of my favourite songs and a beautiful poem, Beyonce’s recent cover has reminded me of its conncection with the civil rights movement in the US in the late 60s.
The song’s gentle comfort that trauma can be overcome, that broken wings can learn to fly, that hope can float - in this painting, envisaged as a journey into the horizon of a new dawn.
‘Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to be free
Blackbird fly
Blackbird fly
Into the light of a dark, black night’
Apparently, most birds only sing when there are no predators around. When they sense danger, they fall silent. And so, the blackbird starts to sing at night, simple and true – a metaphor for the complexities of suffering and oppression reimagined in that simple birdsong – trauma comforted, hope floating.