Birds

Migration of the Bird – Oil on Canvas – Omay Lee 2020
In sleep my little songbird comes
Rejoice am I to hear her songs
Of scattered dreams she flitters through
The wind and rain and mountain dew
Behold I reach to touch her wings 
Of fragments that her journey brings
Ordeals that I might only glean
She carries forth in troubled dream
© Omay Lee 2019

Sanctuary in the Cliffs – Oil on Canvas – Omay Lee 2019
In conversation with the Guillemots of Berneray. Bernerary is one of the islands in the Outer Hebrides, an archipelago of islands off the west coast of Scotland.

Sweet Birds of the Mist
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When misty leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
~William Shakespeare

The Way of the Eagle – Oil on Canvas – Omay Lee 2020
“You might follow the eagle flying, and the eagle might go somewhere. Through the eagle you can see the red cliffs. Then another thing might grab your attention, and before you know it there’s a path created that is connected to you… Then you become aware that you’re walking the path, it’s coming out of you, you are connected to it.” ~ Freya Matthews

Penguin Refugees – Oil on Canvas – Omay Lee 2019
Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about the things that matter ~ Martin Luther King
How do we find a voice for the voiceless, those whose lives and homes are at peril from a warming planet?