Scarecrow,
2011
oil, canvas, stretcher, mountings, plastic bird, text (indian ink on paper)
250 x 150 x
a scarecrow stood alone in the
middle of a field
a crow came and sat down on its
'arm'
- hi.
- why are you standing here? asked the crow
- you tell me. someone put me out here I guess.
a moment passed. the scarecrow said
- say, perhaps I can ask you
something, you being here and all
- fire away, said the crow
- what’s the point of all
this, exactly?
- you tell me, said the crow,
- isn’t it good enough just being here?
- sure, of course, if you put
it that way
more time. the
crow sat.
- so it doesn’t really have
to mean anything then?
the scarecrow said eventually
- I reckon not, said the crow
- hmm, said the scarecrow
after a while he said
- it's quite pretty out here,
isn’t it
- Very much so, said the crow