There is no image still in existance for this. It became part of the sacrifice. This is a portrait of the beautiful, fiery Blackbird. If I'd had a million dollars, I'd have bet that this was real...
When I saw that it was not True, and yet before I knew what was, The Blackbird was torn into pieces and reshaped into the trees you see here.
In the end, the image of tree would not prove true, and the work was burned in the fire.
"Bitterness is like Cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns all clean."
Needed to put some imagery with this lovely old song for a while now.. It fits. Take a listen.
"He sleeps at the bottom of the deep blue sea, and he can't come back to me..."
And this came off the easel this week... Kyman finds that place where makers go to make things right.