The bird reminds me of Klee's Angelus Novus, and Walter Benjamin's ramblings about it.
A Klee painting named Angelus Novus shows an angel looking as though he is about to move away from something he is fixedly contemplating. His eyes are staring, his mouth is open, his wings are spread. This is how one pictures the angel of history. His face is turned toward the past. Where we perceive a chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe which keeps piling wreckage upon wreckage and hurls it in front of his feet. The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such violence that the angel can no longer close them. The storm irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows skyward. This storm is what we call progress.
Reading it now gives me goosebumps, after all these years.
It is one of my favourite interpretations of any piece of Art I've ever read, and has such powerful imagery that evokes. I know it is clearly a bird, but this quote immediately came to mind when I saw the image.
Not something I would easily forget, or may just be me pushing my own contextual meaning and love of this Klee / Benjamin interaction but this reminded me of that, which makes my Saturday morning nice and cheerful! :D
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