Crows fill the air where I live, bickering and bantering. In this series, I create black birds out of baptisia seed pods. In a time of deep grief, I’ve seen the the pods’ mirrored halves as an expression of mortality, spirit, and continuing connection after death. Over time, the crows have come back to being just crows, too, their cacophony and tomfoolery surrounding me.
Ascent, 2024
Stick, baptisia seed pods, bark
22 x 12 x 5 in
