I had stopped at a rest stop on I-25 while driving from Tucson to Santa Fe, before having moved to Santa Fe back in 2003. As I gazed out to the east a tiny black dot appeared in the east. In a minute or two the tiny dot became a large black raven. It came directly toward me and alighted atop the overhang under which I rested, with a definite sound of landing for a large bird. Thus began my relationship with ravens.

Years later in a dream I was dancing, so to speak, with a raven, around and around. I was holding onto the raven who was very upset, like wanting me to let go. After the dream my relationship with raven seemed to have changed and the number of raven paintings from then on became fewer.