Long ago, I had planned to do a photographic book entitled “The Softly Spoken Word.” The first word that I was going to photographically represent was “feather.” I guess I’ve had a love for the magnificence of feathers all my life; on birds and off of them when I would make a precious find of a loose feather on the sidewalk.
Through the years as a photographer, I wanted to do something with my feather images. I knew then as I did so many years ago when I began writing, that the first article had to be about Reemie, that the first image also had to be of Reemie’s feathers. And so it was, and so it is now.
These images are comprised entirely of feathers. My beautiful, magical feathers. All of them are images of feathers still healthily growing on their owner. I am so in love with feathers that I wanted the world to share in their amazingness. I know; there’s no such word. But you know what I mean. That’s what they are: amazing. How does a feather know to be navy blue on the bottom and suddenly turn red at the top? Fascinating.
Each image has been treated with various techniques, painted upon, tweaked, softened, sharpened and loved into the final abstracts they have become. I’d like to see them as huge paintings for corporate offices, or as the focal point of a room. And, when others view them, and they ask what the painting is of ... if you listen carefully, you will hear the owner softly speak the word: “feathers.”
**For the full article, pick up the February 2009 issue of BIRD TALK**
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