Evolution of self.

I’ve had a pile of dead things for a while now. Collecting what I could because I just knew I wanted to do something with them. Doing research on how to harvest from the dead things I stumble on.

When I made the first piece out of a dead bird I found it felt good to actually do something with the things I’ve been hoarding. I legit got misty eyed the first time I hung it up. Taking these over looked discarded items has brought me so much joy. My artistry is evolving. It’s growing. Showing it was something I really never imagined. Change is so refreshing.