I follow lots of artist blogs in my RSS feed and every now and then there's a challenge. I have done a few, but haven't shared them. Until now. A Year in the Life of an Art Journal is one of my always-read favorites. Over the weekend, Rachel posted the following challenge:
THE PROMPT: Bird is the word
THE STUFF: yarn, twigs, sticks, feathers, leaves, things you would find in a nest.
THE TECHNIQUE: Doodle/Construct yourself as a bird. You can draw (with or with out color) or paper piece a photo of yourself and some bird parts. How would you look as a bird?
This one appealed to me so much because birds are in and out of my life in weird ways. Dreams of flying. A stranger telling me a story about an ex who murdered her parrot (is it called murder when it happens to an animal? If it isn't, it should be). That I won't eat outside at Whole Foods because I fear the aggressive grackles. I've been chased by ducks, geese and swans both as a child and as an adult. Telling my therapist that my heart felt like a wounded bird some of the time and a frightened bird the rest of the time. That the wings beating in my chest make me feel like I am going to die. Being able to let go by releasing imaginary birds to the sky. Birds are fragile and birds are strong. How my heart feels now, light, light, light.
This is my heart. My fragile, weightless, strong bird.