Jul 6, 2023
A year ago, during one of the most traumatizing and stressful periods of my life, my cats tore one of my best art pieces to shreds. The piece- a sparrow hawk- had done pretty good numbers in exhibitions. It was in a box to be mailed out to a gallery when my cats got it.
I kept the all remnants and I've been thinking about them a lot recently. There's something much more moving to me about the piece now- the innards exposed, the wires and string and foam. The empty wing pocket that hangs empty now.
There's something more powerful about it to me now- something more reflective of my life and body and the time I've had since I made it.
