"just flew inside my chest. Some
days it lights inside my brain,but today it's in my bonehouse,
rattling ribs like a birdcage.
If I saw it coming, I'd fend it
off with machete or baseball bat.
Or grab its scrawny hackled neck,
wring it like a wet dishrag.
But it approaches from behind.
Too late I sense it at my back --
carrion, garbage, excrement.
Once inside me it preens, roosts,
vulture on a public utility pole.
Next it flaps, it cries, it glares,
it rages, it struts, it thrusts
its clacking beak into my liver,
my guts, my heart, rips off strips.
I fill with black blood, black bile.
This may last minutes or days.
Then it lifts sickle-shaped wings,
rises, is gone, leaving a residue --
foul breath, droppings, molted midnight
feathers. And life continues.
And then I'm prey to panic again."
I had todo research again to find out more about the poem we were given. The poem hasto do with panic attack and birds so I used personal photos of birds to createa pattern. The old printer machines helped me to create the feeling of panicattack, because there is confusion and worry in my work. The birds I used in mywork do not look like birds when you first lookat them. You have to look carefully to realisethat they arebirds.
Experimentation
Experimentation with personal photo of birds and acetate.
Final outcome.
The final piece is not literal, the audience imagination and curiosity are aroused,to look carefully to the image in orderto understand the meaning .I used again the technique with oil to becomesee-through.
