While sitting at the Winter Park Art Festival this past weekend, Jeff and I hear countless chatter about the work:
“Did you ever see Hitchcock’s The Birds?”
I’ve seen bits and pieces of the movie, but many people remember a scene that this piece reminds them of.
Our collective consciousness is tapped into the birds, like the flock of art-goers that sweeps down the street and in and out of the booths, chittering and chattering about the artists, talking back and forth wing to wing or squawking loudly across the street, landing for a conversation, pecking at the work.
One of our artist neighbors brought us a copy of the March 17 Wall Street Journal; it seems the avian invasion has begun and the fashion designers are infected:
In Lesley M. M. Blume’s article, the feathered creatures in the spring collections are “well behaved and downright ladylike”. Unfortunately, some of the art festival visitors are not.
Reading fellow artist Chris Dahlquist’s blog this morning, reminded me to focus on those that get it.
After spending a long weekend shooing off people from photographing or touching the art, (it is wax after all – don’t poke your beak in it) Jeff received a somewhat long winded but poetic email from a visitor with the subject line “Your art touches people”.
Thanks Kimani, you definitely get it.
