The Birds, and other messages from The Universe

2023, Handmade clay, handmade paper, keyholes, nails, and other found metal, rust, indigo, cyanotype, denim, grasses, yarn, wood, and love.

Why do I feel this connection to birds? (To nature? To home?) I notice them, I collect them: their fragmented images, bodies splayed on concrete or on the gently bowed branch. I collect other remains; dead grasses, stray sticks, old jeans, keyholes, bolts, hinges. It all looks nice together hanging in the indigo sky. They obscure and reveal each other. They mean something alone, but become a poem, a nest, together.