A LACK OF EAGLES
“Is eagle?”
“No. Not eagle.”
By the time it was close enough to be identified as a buzzard the bloke from some place where they have eagles had gone his way, off to build vital infrastructure judging from his attire, and I’d gone mine, off to frame pictures. In its own nearest-thing-we’ve-got-to-an-eagle way the buzzard circling over the Sussex countryside was magnificent, but a long way off, and as usual a dark silhouette. All in all there’s a general lack of eagle-level wildlife presenting itself, close up and beautifully sunlit, outside the artist’s window.
There are always gulls of course, as close as anyone could wish . But to be honest anyone happy to take a dump off a roof in front of an audience somehow lacks the allure of the elusive (so if you were thinking of trying it to improve your social standing and appeal to the opposite sex you might want to think again).
If life gives you lemons, they say, make lemonade. So here, using what presents itself everyday outside the window, is a sparrow soufflé.
RICHARD SWANN ART 