There's a beautiful, short poem about flying kites and I particularly love the the last two lines which to me speak also about dealing with the testing times in life that none of us are excluded from.
Art of Kite Flying by βέƦẙḽ Dṏṽ
A kite bound to a wimpish heart will fall,
A kite tethered to a willful mind will soar.
The secret lies not in the wind's compliance.
It lies in the defiance of the kite flier's roar.
Defy the gusts with guts and gusto,
Defy the snarls of dogged squalls,
How you get through the raging tempest
Defines the kite that soars or falls.
Source for the poem: http://hellopoetry.com/words/9948/kites/poems/
This work is similar to my other piece 'Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust', and speaks again of a favourite childhood memory of flying kites with my father. Both pieces are full of symbolism, and in this work the sparkly blue tombstone-esque feature on the hill holds on to the kites yet allows them to fly freely above the grey sky into a patchwork of brilliant joyful sky. It's a hopeful piece of work.
Gouache, ink, fabric & stitch, glitter, pencil, wire & paper, all mounted onto canvas board