Cockatoo by Joe Pollitt
Cockatoo by Joe Pollitt | 2020 Cockatoo In the foreground a nervous bobbing, large, white feathered, Cockatoo, gyrates backwards and forwards. Perfectly balanced on a weathered moss-infested farmhouse gate. The striking yellow plumage on the top of the head and neck rises, like a wave in the Pacific; the white froth, having been touched by the waning sun, creates the illusion of a freshly made lemon sliced omelette. All of a sudden the direction changes and so begins the bouncing; up and down, like a lone basketball in a well-oiled gym. The thuds of boom, boom, boom on the clean wooden floor. Watching these trance-like Cockatoo practices has somehow, become somewhat, hypnotic... Sleezzpp. The strong talons grip to the rotting wood, holding onto the frame, perched on the sturdy far post. This firm grasp allows for a tiresome rocking movement, like a pyramid tempo on an upright piano. This rhythmical dance is an omen, an anxious preparation for the harsh months to come. This live