Flight of the Hoopoe
about 15 x 15 inches, 38 × 38 inches
acrylic on foamboard and masonite.
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this painting is a direct reflection of something that happened to me in Greece.
I was walking around the Acropolis the summer of 2024 when I saw one of the (many) cats laying in the shade of an olive tree with something brilliantly black and white between its palms. The cat wasn’t starving, wasn’t voracious to eat: it was like if a spoiled prince wasn’t in any hurry to eat his mutton. Whatever the cat had caught was giving up or dead.
I approached the cat and saw that the trapped bird was a hoopoe. It’s eye blinked at me, and I saw that the hoopoe was unbroken, not yet bloody.
I ran at the cat, snarling, and the hoopoe flew away.
about 15 x 15 inches, 38 × 38 inches
acrylic on foamboard and masonite.
.
this painting is a direct reflection of something that happened to me in Greece.
I was walking around the Acropolis the summer of 2024 when I saw one of the (many) cats laying in the shade of an olive tree with something brilliantly black and white between its palms. The cat wasn’t starving, wasn’t voracious to eat: it was like if a spoiled prince wasn’t in any hurry to eat his mutton. Whatever the cat had caught was giving up or dead.
I approached the cat and saw that the trapped bird was a hoopoe. It’s eye blinked at me, and I saw that the hoopoe was unbroken, not yet bloody.
I ran at the cat, snarling, and the hoopoe flew away.
about 15 x 15 inches, 38 × 38 inches
acrylic on foamboard and masonite.
.
this painting is a direct reflection of something that happened to me in Greece.
I was walking around the Acropolis the summer of 2024 when I saw one of the (many) cats laying in the shade of an olive tree with something brilliantly black and white between its palms. The cat wasn’t starving, wasn’t voracious to eat: it was like if a spoiled prince wasn’t in any hurry to eat his mutton. Whatever the cat had caught was giving up or dead.
I approached the cat and saw that the trapped bird was a hoopoe. It’s eye blinked at me, and I saw that the hoopoe was unbroken, not yet bloody.
I ran at the cat, snarling, and the hoopoe flew away.