Eat 2
I eat birds - well, chickens and turkeys. Someday, I expect, a bird will be pulling up and eating worms that have been feeding on parts of my long decomposed body. It is really quite remarkable the way organic life keeps reinventing itself. It’s not morbid to me.
Life is precious, but it goes away, and there is a grace in letting it go. Hanging on through fame or lasting accomplishments seems a bit futile. My mother was a fairly well-known artist in her time. She died in 2008 and just six years later, except for a few collectors, no one knows her. The person with the longest lasting fame that I know of is that recently discovered fellow who fell in a Alps glacier 35,000 years ago. So if you want to be remembered a long time after your death…
This is my favorite piece, in part because it tells a fairly clear story. But that is not saying much because my favorites tend to be my latest. The one I am making now—of crows laced into an intricately carved large black feather—will probably become my favorite, until one I make after that.