FEEDERS

Installation, antique feeders, soil, dimensions variable

2023

"I took a handful of soil and sifted it through my fingers like breadcrumbs. Around me — thick spring fog, where neither the earth, nor the bread, nor even my hands could be seen. And I felt them watching me — unwavering, through the mist — creatures neither fully of this world nor entirely without form: beasts, birds, wondrous fish from the depths of lakes.
‘I know, you’re waiting for your time, I know,’ I said to them, not averting my eyes. ‘But I’m not in a hurry, dear ones, to speak with you. I still want to gaze at the fog. I’ll feed you from my hands, I’ll sing you lullabies. But not this May. Not today. Hide me from your gaze, little spring-freckle!’"

Diary, May 2023