The Storm
The storm. I love how birds tell us when a storm is coming; they get al snappy and chittery and fly in a storm of chaos. There is a buildup in unrest and a light feeling of doom. An then the reales comes, and we’re cleansed. To me it’s a metaphor for reaching a peak, letting go of our venom, forceful habits and old patterns. Storm sometimes is what we all need to clear our minds from time to time. 15 x 30 inch x 1 inch.
The storm. I love how birds tell us when a storm is coming; they get al snappy and chittery and fly in a storm of chaos. There is a buildup in unrest and a light feeling of doom. An then the reales comes, and we’re cleansed. To me it’s a metaphor for reaching a peak, letting go of our venom, forceful habits and old patterns. Storm sometimes is what we all need to clear our minds from time to time. 15 x 30 inch x 1 inch.
The storm. I love how birds tell us when a storm is coming; they get al snappy and chittery and fly in a storm of chaos. There is a buildup in unrest and a light feeling of doom. An then the reales comes, and we’re cleansed. To me it’s a metaphor for reaching a peak, letting go of our venom, forceful habits and old patterns. Storm sometimes is what we all need to clear our minds from time to time. 15 x 30 inch x 1 inch.