I have always held a passion for flight, a fascination for birds especially starlings and the murmurations they form.
Twenty years ago I lived near Heathrow airport. Starlings would gather in large numbers in the airspace above the surrounding fields. It was as if they were pushed out by the bigger metal birds, taking refuge on the rooftops of the Sipson neighbourhood. I would watch the starlings gather on the roof of my own house, lined up and loitering like a gang of errant adolescents! All of a sudden they would depart en masse, following each other in unison to create huge, fast, moving etchings in the sky.
I created this image at a time of change in my life. I had just finished my sculpture degree. I missed the welding studios of the college where my pieces frequently had a theme of flight. I had been given my own artist’s wings at the graduation ceremony.
This painting is my homage to both of those periods of my life; happy old memories of when my newborn daughter was in my arms, watching the starlings dance above our home. New memories of happy days at art college, wielding fire and steel to express my fancy for flight.
This artwork can be hung unframed, although a black recessed frame would suit it well.
Acrylic, gel & texture medium