LINDA GIRVIN

Becoming Bird

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Found birds

Their stunning beauty and articulated gestures.

Wasted by the proliferation of human excess?

Whose bellies might be swollen with plastic shards of “food”?

Or befallen by reflections in glass …

A deceptive promise of a continuation that ends on impact?

 

In my studio

I let these dead birds talk.

The act of this collaboration

This exploring, touching and seeing

Has sharpened my awareness and dissolved my sense of other.