THE AVIATOR-La PODEROSA
A v i a t o r (is the symbol of the pet bird that got a taste of freedom and liked it)
I walked into a pet shop one day and set my sights on a quiet little blue Indian Ring-Necked Parakeet. I went home to see if I could find some information on her species and wasn't able to, but I visited the pet store several times more before deciding to buy her. What I didn't realize was how the change if environment would affect her.
I'd had pet birds before and although they were timid at first, they quickly adapted. She, on the other hand, went from sweet and quiet little blue bird to fiery, miniature Andalgalornis. I only use this term to describe her behavior when I brought her home.
(Andalgalornis was actually known as a Terror Bird and part of a group of large, flightless predators from the Woodlands of South America that existed approximately 23 to 5 million years ago. My bird could fly and originated in India, and whereas the prehistoric creature averaged 4-5 ft in height, mine was roughly 15 inches from head to end of tail).
I experienced anger liked I'd never experienced it before and came this close to returning her, but I resisted in doing so solely because I felt it was my duty now to care for her and gain her confidence. It took about eight months for her to warm up to me and roughly about two before she became my second shadow.
Winning her confidence didn't come without a fight, for she was a biting spirit, and you just don't realize ho powerful something like that can be till you've gone and messed with her peace of mind. By four years, I considered her to be my very own personal avatar.
I never had the heart to clip her wings; in part for dreading an awful, bloody fight after finally achieving peace with her; also, I wanted her to feel that she coud depend on me, but I didn't want her to be helpless.
I feel that something in the animal's spirit is lost when their natural attributes are taken away or reduced. A bird's wings, their ability to fly is their strength, not to mention their means of survival.
I began to take her outside for breaks; for a breath of fresh air each day. I watched as she turned her focus upward to the sky and just stared. She didn't speak, but her gaze spoke volumns. I felt that was where she really wanted to be and I felt guilty for keeping her, although, the only time she was in her cage was to sleep; she was free to fly about the space, but I knew that wasn't enough. Interestingly enough, I could feel my own spirit stirring for change. I understood her restlessness entirely but I hoped she'd stay with me a little longer, for I had grown so accustomed.
I was in and out of the front room where I was working on a project one day, and at one point, I opened the door to get something and as I walked back out, I noticed that she was at the edge of the door as I past her. I saw her dart past me and I called after her. That little thing just went "Tweee..." and flew off. She headed North East and gained altitude and kept going never to be heard from again.
This is a website that I designed as a platform to showcase my expanding collection of paintings, drawings, prints and constructions that I've been creating from 1997- present. Although I've been creating all my life, 1997 was a very pivotal year for me artistically and I've grown very much since. MilagrosArt allows those interested in my work a chance to not only purchase art but also see the constant development in ideas and processes that I apply to each project.
La Poderosa (Spanish term for Powerful)
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