it’s all in a name.

‘last bird home’ ,

a title I borrowed for class last night, as we ventured into the evocative.

From the artist: Mary Newcomb; she had clever and thoughtful, easy approaching titles:

‘strange park full of stars’, and my response, quick notions, concept, approach.

‘every butterfly has a shadow’,

‘man running as in a dream through the forest’,

and ‘the last bird home’.

You guessed it, ‘last bird home’ struck a chord, for sure.

Still responding…