The idea for Black Bird came in a dream; an image of a dead dandelion weed reflecting its shadow against a closed garage door.
From there it blossomed and spread - as weeds tend to do - and took on the form of a story; the tale of a lost girl, her lost mother, and their quest to find one another in their own brokenness.
Join me as I journey into their tale...
Learn more at blackbird.alannarusnak.com
From there it blossomed and spread - as weeds tend to do - and took on the form of a story; the tale of a lost girl, her lost mother, and their quest to find one another in their own brokenness.
Join me as I journey into their tale...
Learn more at blackbird.alannarusnak.com