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THE VISIONARY OWL original metal wall sculpture
A wall sculpture of a wise old owl on a tree stump memorialized in hand-cut salvaged metal on a painted vintage music sheet wood backing. Finished with contemporary wood frame with silver metallic finish.
- Title: The Visionary Owl (Metal)
- Medium: salvaged metal on wood
- Size: 41.75" H x 29.75" W x 2.75" D
- Hardware: ready to hang with wire on back
- Frame: silver wood frame
- Part of a limited series each produced with a unique set of rescued materials
Cutting and collaging these metals by hand is much more challenging than with paper and does limit some of the possible detail, as you can see in the botanical accents. But, using metal gives the resulting artwork a fascinating texture, tactile quality and heavier presence in the room. The reflective quality of the metal pulls in light and literally demands attention. Each metal piece of the collage must be affixed to the back with small screws. It’s a grueling but rewarding process
As the rain stopped and the sun started to peek out from behind a gray whale of a cloud, he climbed out, grabbed another beer and started walking, going nowhere. He was humming the song from the radio. It has to be Loretta Lynn, he thought. The words were coming back to him.
Suddenly he slipped. Before he could get his hands out, he landed squarely, cracking his head on the edge of a stump. He must have blacked out because when he awoke he noticed the sun was hot on his face. His head still hurt so he moved his hand to feel the edge of his hair but where his hand used to be there were now…feathers? He looked around and found that his head just kept turning, almost all the way around. Moving both arms quickly, almost in a panic, he lifted himself off the ground. He landed back down with a thud on two chunky dinosaur-like feet with protruding claws. He opened his mouth to speak but only a hissssss came out, a guttural sound that was more like a barking dog than a voice. Bewildered, he sat, crouched, his newfound wings tucked into his sides. He blinked and looked at the surrounding tree stumps, ferns, rusted beer cans, mushrooms. His old two legged body was nowhere to be found. He would have to get used to his new feathered vehicle.