After letting my dog, Monty out to do his business I turned around to discover that he had brought me what he thought to be a delightful little present, a dead bird. I am unsure whether or not he killed the poor thing, or if something else got the better of it and his snout just brought it to me. Regardless, I thought it was such a sad little bird it still seemed fluffed out from the cold but completely lifeless and stiff. I had previously taken some images of a dead squirrel on the roadside which after being critiqued in a foundations class was given some high reviews. I decided to continue to explore the textural and emotional aspects of making dead animals into interesting art. There is so much to look at when you examine a dead animal and when photographing this bird, which I assume to be some sort of sparrow or wren, I can’t help but think of how incredible a bird really is. I photograph its now stiff feathers and legs, imagining them in a different time when they would be alive with movement. The eyes which now stare into a cold, snowy nothingness, I imagine feverishly scouting the land for food and safe keeping. Though one wouldn’t naturally assume it, there is some beauty to be found in this breathless bird. Enjoy the images.
January 13, 2010