Mid-morning on a duck hunt and I have pushed my canoe so tulle grass bends into the hull. I’m focused on the horizon for moving ducks and not very alert to really close things. Suddenly, within a foot of my face, I am startled by a marsh wren. A couple ounces of scolding attitude berates my audacious presence: Take that, big guy! This work is full of space, the illusion of a wavy cattail bent even further by the wren … inspector general of the marsh. Slight movement ... and two tails sway. Suddenly, ducks aren’t very important and I am having a great time in an unexpected way.

4 ½” X 4 ¾” X 4 ½”

Edition Size: 60

Year: 2003