Crows are often considered to be the “messenger” between worlds—associated with everything from insight, to good luck, to death. In other words, the crow is an omen of change to come—both inwardly and outwardly.
In 2000 I was diagnosed endometriosis which would affect for me the rest of my life. But, long before I was clinically labeled with my disease, my intuition—the crow—told me that change was on it’s way. The strange thing about being sick is that it puts you in this in-between world. A world that is both dark and light, weak and strong—a world that is unable to beat you and a world that can swallow you whole.
The crows in my paintings represent my intuition, my body’s message telling me that something was wrong. Their dark feathers represent the dark world that threatens me and their wings represent the always present ability to fly to somewhere better.
Throughout the making of these paintings I lived in this in-between world where I could come out on either end, some days light, some days dark. It is still where I live today, but I feel my strength building. I feel my intuition telling me that it’s time to use my wings. The crows are still here—maybe the message all along wasn’t that something bad was coming, but that something amazing is coming.