This pot came out of Southern California's horrifying recent foothill fires. Death and destruction accompanies and encompasses everything. Birds and animals scatter while man battles the ferocity of nature. Lungs heat, skin sears and animals and birds flee. Some escape. I watched and felt. The beauty of nature is inescapable. As smoke filled the air, back-dropped with red and yellow glare, birds fell from the sky; ones heart has felt the burn. Life goes on and I, as did many, tried to make sense of it all. This blackened bird and hallowed sky enhances the delineation and omnipotence of our existence. |
