As sunset casts golden glow over the water, a flock of gulls heads to their evening's rest.
They are Heading Home, to a home we do not know but can only imagine. The cries of the gull are a poignant reminder to us that nature runs by her own time, her own pace, a pace that is not frenetic yet orderly, not panicked yet reasonable.
Heading Home, the artwork, invites us as viewer to join in with the gulls as they head home after a long day. How are we, as humans, when we head home everyday? Many people who commute to and from work say that their time in the car is time to detoxify from the . . . toxins of the office, but when traffic hits hard and movement turns to stop and go, one wonders just how much relaxing and getting down from it all that one can do.
In Heading Home, there is no traffic jam, no pushing, no crowding and jostling. Though the birds fly close, they fly in an order that is understood by all, and as a group they work as one. It is a marvel to behold, and hear, the flight of the birds, and there is a sense of haunting longing as we watch them go about their day and evening.
Doesn’t it seem so right, somehow? Doesn’t it seem so in tune with the way things are supposed to be, so unencumbered by the many artificial elements that we take for normal in our “modern” human life? Heading Home is a reminder that the world of men, the urban world of commerce and busyness and pressure and unrealistic expectations, is not the norm, but rather the aberration, the result of what happens when we focus too much on profit and profiteering, and not enough on the beauty of life.
Featured in 18 Fine Art America groups.
June 6th, 2017
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