Politics and Power
20″ x 20″ Kroma painting on canvas by Raven
Ravens strut and fret their discussions on the snow.
Feathers burst over conflicts of interest.
Others stomp and fly away in disgust.
“Sterling, I have a question for you.”
“What is it, Felix?”
“Point your beak over there. Look. In that window. What’s going on?”
“Felix, you won’t understand. She’s an artist. She’s painting on sticks. They call it an easel. She holds a stick, they call a brush. There is a little bit of fur on the end if you look closely. She drags colors around with it.”
“What? I like those bright shiny colors, but why every day?”
“Felix, why do you fly?”
“I’ve got feathers. That’s why. Open up my wings. Catch a thermal. Let the wind take me places. High places. Everything blurs into colors of light. Freedom. It’s who I am. It makes me feel alive.”
“What? Oh. Hmmmm. She has colors, brushes. Makes her feel alive. It gives her freedom.”
“You’re beginning to understand.”
“Sterling, look on the wall. It’s Herald! The artist captured Herald! He’s stuck on the wall. This is awful. I’m going in…”
“Felix, stop, you feather-duster! That’s a painting of Herald. It’s not really him. Back off Buddy. There is a lot you don’t understand.”