this past friday i attended an art exhibit in vancouver and got to be a part of what i think you'll agree is some pretty interesting work. one particular artist spent the last twenty years collecting feathers from his bird. using honey to create the shape of the children, he invited me to help him stick feathers on the bodies until they were gone and the forms filled in. we didn't say much as we pulled the tiny plumes from a ziploc bag. i am sure he was just taking it all in. i, on the other hand, was trying to remember what brought me to the art show on that particular evening, and how it was that i was holding vintage feathers and pasting them to a wall in the basement of a gallery. and then i remembered my obsession with birds.
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