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“A Kettle of Hawks” is already kinetic — language refusing to sit still — so I painted an un-still life. Instead of peaches in a bowl, I staged raptors on a battered kettle, pre-flap, pre-flight, pre-screech of the simmering teakettle near where steam ought to rise.

It started with a murder. My podcast started with a murder of crows, to be exact. Those winged mastermind avian criminals!