Flight of the Kereru
Acrylic, metallic, wood stain, foil & lacquer on pine plywood
The view across from my whare to the gauzy, grassy knoll was broken by a barreling, bulbous bird. He swiftly cuts the air like an ivory handled butter knife – slightly clumsy but full of purpose. Sight a delight, sound all around. Te Kereru you funny fellow.