‘O’ is for O-o, an extinct Hawaiian bird, killed off by plume hunters and invasive species. . .
A decade ago, I made a body of etchings, Max and Gaby’s Alphabet, for my children. I made it because I wanted them to know that their childhood was they greatest period of my life. They decided what each etching should be. That’s right. The critical intelligence of each piece was decided by a four-year old and a six-year old. I’ve always wanted to make an alphabet of songbirds, a great love from my own childhood. Well, I’ve started them, and today I will post the first four. I’m pretty happy about them.