I caught this mornings minion, king- dom of daylights dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn falcon, in his riding,
Opening lines of The Windhover, a poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins
The lines of this poem are indelibly etched in my mind. And here, on the Island, watching our eagles overhead as they soar, float, skimming the wind -images of their majesty, combined with the words from a memorable poem.
And I painted The Windhover. A new series of work has begun.