As Free as a Bird

I'm not the first person to notice birds, but I am THE bird woman nonetheless. Has my whole life been an attempt to fly?

An early painting my parents kept in the storage above their wardrobe, now marked with the telltale silverfish patina, reveals a lone bird winging above the treetops. The warm ochre walled cottage far below is not to be dismissed from the scene, for how can one escape if there is no frame; no pull of hearth and home?