This made me laugh. Personifying a crow’s self-psychoanalysis as it feasts, or rests, or just ‘crows’ by the ocean. In Haida legend the Raven is a trickster, the one who stole the Sun, the one who found people in a clamshell. This is fitting then that the Raven would be a trickster to itself. The ambiguity of the visuals and the pale use of colours intrigued me. There was a lot of repetition of form – the rocks had wing-like shapes, the reflection was rounded and crackled like pebbles on the shore. This could be at the edge of the ocean at low-tide or along the banks of a river. It could be where the two meet – brackish water – where salt and freshwater mix. My dad used to always say he couldn’t move from the coast because “saltwater runs through our veins”. What a poetic dude. So foreign from his husky, jock persona and physique. This raven is so curious. This raven has existential crisis. This raven will bring you gifts if you do the same. If you leave out fine foods such as caviar and filet mignon, this Raven will bring you jewels. If you laid out dinner scraps and compost-filler, you might receive a crumpled piece of aluminum foil.