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.