I have a little obsession. In fact, it is stored neatly in rough totes in several friends' basements. At first it might appear a bit strange but my fascination with bones has nothing to do with the dark and sinister. I am just completely enamored with their structure, the texture and their perfect shape. From skulls to vertebrae, I have been collecting them for the last ten years.
Fellow Islanders call me to inform me about an otter or deer carcass that they've come across on their walks and armed with tools, bags and buckets I will be elbow-deep in seal blubber to extract a fan-shaped shoulder blade.
I know, it seems gross but is not as bad as it sounds.
Treating the bones and ensuring that they remain intact is an entire process that I enjoy and the end result is satisfying. I love bare bones; at times they become a blank canvas that allow for a new form to take a hold: Mixed media replaces what was once covered by flesh.
Fellow Islanders call me to inform me about an otter or deer carcass that they've come across on their walks and armed with tools, bags and buckets I will be elbow-deep in seal blubber to extract a fan-shaped shoulder blade.
I know, it seems gross but is not as bad as it sounds.
Treating the bones and ensuring that they remain intact is an entire process that I enjoy and the end result is satisfying. I love bare bones; at times they become a blank canvas that allow for a new form to take a hold: Mixed media replaces what was once covered by flesh.
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