2016. Acrylic on canvas, 20 x 24″
McKay’s Bunting summers on St. Lawrence Island in the Bering Sea. He thinks the human fauna of the two mainlands are crazy to put up another second with big city lawyers and mafia goons manipulating an arbitrary system to their own ends. He believes localism is the answer, that human communities of all sizes should adapt to similar versions of the Golden Rule. He has graciously offered the peoples of the world a warm guano perch to imprison the present-day chiefs of oppression, and also the acting presidents of both human geographies which his tiny eyes can spy from hard rock hill.
However, this bird is not that naive. He is well read in late 20th century psychology, and knows the works of Solomon Asch and Stanley Milgram. When the people are stupid, they provide themselves two choices for king of the human beings. When the people are stupid and afraid of their own children, they allow for it. Bunting watched a film once about Milgram’s experiments at Yale. Humans “electrocuted” other humans for no reason other than they were told to by a stern human dressed up as a McKay’s Bunting. It was surreal, and sent him into a deep depression, enough to scorn all mating ritual the following spring.
Thankfully, he’s over that crippling condition now. A couple summers on St. Lawrence Island, and this sexy she-bunting giving him the eye, has cured him of the human psychosis. He’s glad that birds aren’t stupid. He’s thankful for oceans of fish and rocks with wind. The humans can go rot, he thinks. Bunch of whimpering earth sissies! Phooey!