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A Kettle of Hawks — Painting the Poetry of a Collective Noun
“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.

kellie raines
Jun 32 min read
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