Bird's Wing


"...a bright coppery-red feather floated to the ground and landed at my feet."

One day when I was a little boy, I was walking in the woods with my grandfather John. He was the first to tell me the importance of the trees, not just to us as humans but to the other animal tribes as well. As we walked beneath the sycamore, oak and hickory trees, we could hear the calls of all the birds that lived there. Tla-gv (blue jay) was the loudest. My grandfather told me Tla-gv was the guard of the woods. His call told the other animals that strangers walked under the canopy. The mourning dove was the most beautiful. Its call was a soft purr and when it flew from tree to tree its wings whirred and had a song of their own. In Cherokee it is called the Acorn Cryer because its purr sounds like Gu-le...Gu-le, the Cherokee word for acorn.

Whenever we would walk in the woods, sometimes we would find a feather. My grandfather always said these were gifts. One day a Redbird flew overhead and a bright coppery-red feather floated to the ground and landed in the crunchy brown leaves at my feet. I still have that feather and the delicate design of its interlocking veins was the inspiration for this vessel.



Bird's Wing Photo

Medium: Hand coiled native clay, pit fired.

Description: 6"HX51/2"W. Very highly polished, smoothed and fired to a deep walnut brown finish. A design has been etched into the vessel representing crossed veins like that found on a bird's feather. These etched designs reveal the beige/yellow clay beneath. The mouth and star-shaped shoulder of the jar have been marked with a feather. When viewed from the top, the star pattern forms the cross of the four directions.

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