This work grows out of birds that have died around me. Living close to the forest and the lake has meant sharing space with birds through daily routines of feeding, watching, and care. Once, I tried to help a rare snipe trapped inside a construction site. In my attempt to guide it out, it panicked, flew into a window, and died. That moment stayed with me.

Later, my partner, Vivian, raised ducks from the day they hatched, feeding them and guiding them to the lake. One by one they were taken by the fox.

She began shaping The first duck that was taken in Clay. She did this as an act of grief. Inspired by her, I began shaping these birds. The works became memorials to honor their lives. I guess it dosn’t really matter to them though