I am going to try to share a painting with its story each day... because they always have a story ... and I dont very often talk about it... this one is in part as they all are about my surroundings, rural Cornwall, there are always crows here...I love to watch them, but they are always against a backdrop of our contemporary busy world of cars, tractors, farming, dogs people,music, lights etc yet they somehow sit outside it in a magical ancient world. I love Ted Hushes poems about Crows this paintings title comes from this one a black rainbow. Two Legends Black was the without eye Black the within tongue Black was the heart Black the liver, black the lungs Unable to suck in light Black the blood in its loud tunnel Black the bowels packed in furnace Black too the muscles Striving to pull out into the light Black the nerves, black the brain With its tombed visions Black also the soul, the huge stammer Of the cry that, welling, could not Pronounce its sun. II Black is the wet otter's head, lifted. Black is the rock, plunging in foam Black is the gall lying on the bed of the blood. Black is the earth-globe, one inch under, An egg of blackness Where sun and moon alternate their weathers To hatch a crow, a black rainbow Bent in emptiness over emptiness But flying Its also a part ofvthe #artistsupportpledge #tedhughes #crow #rook #criwpoem #crowart #crowpainting

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