Miscellaneous Mental Musings of an Emerging Artist
Yesterday I had an image of a raven’s feather tattooed onto my right wrist. It both itches and represents the following five things that I value:
I just think flight is an amazing ability. When you consider the amount of technological expertise that goes into making humans fly and see that birds are just born with it…I’m a little envious. The idea of freedom, and daring, and the sense that limits are arbitrary; these are things I associate with the concept of flight.
There are a number of ravens that appear in some of my favorite works of fiction and poetry, most notably Poe’s The Raven, Susanna Clarke’s Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell, and Neil Gaiman’s Sandman.
When my relationship with my wife was still in its earliest stages, I wrote her a story about the last days of Quetzalcoatl, the great Plumed Serpent of the Aztecs, that was designed to function as both an oral legend that had never been told and a profession of affection. Feathers played an important part in the story I wrote for her.
I’m a writer. It’s a pen. Feeding into my predilection for meta-narrative, I enjoy knowing that I had somebody ink a pen into my arm.