“…The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing…”

– From Caged Bird by Maya Angelou

  • Title Avian
  • Medium Acrylic, ink & conte pencil on art paper
  • Size 42 x 29.5cm (unframed)
  • Year 2016