Originally published in Popshot Magazine
Issue 16 2015
This was the initial concept for Song submitted shortly after receiving the poem.
After the first read through the concept came to me almost immediately. I have found that instinct and inspiration often produce the strongest results.
At one point in the drawing I had a snake skin nailed to the post, but the skin did not make the final. After talking with the art director we decided to take out the skin and replace it with bones pictured in the distance. The snakeskin may have been a more personal interpretation of the poems "skin of old love". The piece was already pushing at the edges of being too busy, so I had no problem letting go of the element.
Now is the time for mending,
the season I shed the dead
skin of old love,
so the heart can once again
become a living thing.
I have been made small in the wake
of winter; I feel feverish & weather-worn
by a particularly soggy spring.
But there is a wren that flutters
inside my chest, trilling
louder than the murmurs of love
that doesn’t stay.
I feel the click of its beak
as it chips away at my sternum,
for the moment it breaks
through the bone
and hits the nerve that will send me
diving into the summer
with speed and delicacy
in search of new modes of destruction,
singing I have found a trajectory
that is my own.