Late one night in the wee hours I awoke to a strange shrill cry outside the window which is just above our bed. I looked up and saw a crow staring at me from the ledge who then flew away; it was very startling and a bit frightening. I had heard crows can be omens of death; luckily nothing bad came to pass. The crow in this painting seems to me like he is standing on a window ledge somewhere in a Mexican Village looking down on a festive evening, perhaps the Dia De los Muetos.
I learned about the Day of Dead years ago when we lived in Oakland California. Each year the Oakland Museum had a wonderful Day of the Dead exhibit of colorful alters done by various local groups. The Dia De los Muetos is a Mexican holiday celebrated on this day where families gather to pray for and remember friends and family members who have died. Happy Day of the Dead to all!