The summer has passed … for me … because the swifts have departed.
This year more than any other, I have been drawn to the swifts both locally where I live and on a recent cycling holiday in Saxony.
Without them being around feels like a loss. It is a loss.
What has also developed for me across the summer is a curiosity in abstract / mixed media / collage painting. Screaming Presence is my first painting employing these styles.
Screaming Presence
Hear her screaming,
see scythe-like wings,
glimpse a tender pale throat.
She is flying fast and low
around the house
searching, squeezing,
shooting through
a tiny gap to nest.
Everlasting flying,
sleeping on the wing,
feeding in flight,
catching insects
in an open mouth.
Be in awe of her silent
journey crossing Africa
over tropical forests, Sahara
sands, deep green waters,
arriving here
to be heard, seen,
revered, loved.
She is one of many.
Her screaming presence arouses
and excites me until I am filled
with so much joy my heart splits
open.
LyndyH 