The Curlews Song

by John Secgan


The Curlews song
‘I never hear the loud solitary whistle of the curlew in a summer’s noon […] without feeling an elevation of soul […]’. Robert Burns.
Flying across open moorland to the coastal waters of the West, the melancholic curlew song stops us hushed for a moment. It is the sound of ancestors, of ancient stories and myths.

Oil on Canvas
40 x 40

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