About those crows: must one be present to so converse? I’ve read some of the warning labels on those fabric art preparations… Incidentally, a can or two of Krylon spray paint works best for me. Crows, squirrels, earthworms - you name it.

Speaking about Angela’s birds as though she were not in the room - they’re among the most interesting creatures I’ve seen on A&P. They remind me of some of our local politicians.

Ravens around home refuse to acknowledge the existence of mere humans. So it’s the crows who talk to me — they are great gossips and have told me all sorts of things about Raven as well as the family to which she belongs. I am thinking that Angela’s creatures are ravens–wannnabe; she needs to turn them into friendlier crows — raucous, funny, and not really censorious, just full of blather.

Do your ravens naturally snort, or do they do so as you whisper in their ears, you raven whisperer you (?).

A fascinating presentation! Like Jay, I am intrigued by the differences in perspective. You probably will say again that it is up to us to figure out what it means to us..

P.S. Some of us like ravens. I put a stuffed raven that someone gave me on my window sill. It now feels like the raven is a friend who is greeting me when I come home to where I currently live by myself.

Thank you for the compilation of images — they are exciting in a different way than the ones that appear singularly. Like Robert Irwin (I love to identify with that mind) I need context, a greater scope, to see better.

That said, we all have multiple personalities — but most people try to hide the “odd” ones and pull up only those that fit their personal narratives. You are not trying to fit everything into a single whole, and that makes your work more personal and more, it seems to me, authentic.

As for those rancid crows (or are they ravens?) remember, they too are you. And you can chase them or let them snort and snuffle around and ignore them or engage them, depending upon which Angela is in charge. Remember it was Raven who stole the light and then, of course, lost it when eagle and he got into a contretemps. That was after he impregnated (and then was born to) the human granddaughter of the old guy who had the light hidden inside many boxes. Raven couldn’t stand glimpses of the light and although he had been told never to go near the boxes that held it, of course he had to see. And that’s how the world got light.

Thanks for showing us this. Frankly I hadn’t connected the dots up to now. For me some of your paintings depict a glamorous person with something of a clothing-optional attitude, who poses amid a collection of scenes, symbols and attributes - mostly of a positive nature. I know better for goodness sake, but I was ready to accept this in something of a Rauschenberg spirit, as an associative gathering of elements, rather dispassionately presented. Now I am called upon to respond at a deeper level where more profoundly personal forces appear to interact.

A comment concerning the manner of presentation: your “happy” paintings tend to play across the canvas with something of a separation from the viewer while your “sad” paintings, for lack of a better term, have elements in a kind of perspective that projects both inwards and outwards. I can theorize about this, but would rather hear what you have to say.