If I Were A Blackbird
I've had very good news this week. My painting above was accepted into a juried art show in Chatham called "Eye for Art" which opens on December 5th, 2008 and runs for about a month.
This event only comes around every 2 years, so I was in a small panic trying to finish portrait commissions AND get this painting framed in time, but I'm glad I persevered.
Coming up with a title can sometimes be difficult for me. I developed the idea for this painting from a photo I took at Circular Quay in Sydney, Australia where the ferries come and go. This lone gull was sitting on the pier, and he appeared to be indecisive. Was he judging the wind conditions? Waiting on a friend? Lacking fibre? What was holding him back?
I started thinking about all the things that keep us from doing what we really want to do. "If Only" seems to be the main reason. "If only I were rich"..."If only I had more time"...you get the idea. Is it possible that this seagull suffers from the same inner turmoils as mankind?
Then I remembered a ballad about a man whose true love had sailed away:
If I were a blackbird, I'd whistle and sing(now I know that in proper English grammar it should read "If I was a blackbird"; however, as with so much of our language, it seems to have become the norm to say "If I Were A Blackbird" so that is what I've stuck with)
I'd follow the ship that my true love sails in,
And on the top rigging I'd there build my nest
And pillow my head on her lily white breast
This song has been with me for a long time now, and when I made the connection in my mind, it became, for me, the perfect title.