That sentence he said, reminded me of Jacob Biton’s poetry who wrote about himself and his brother Dogan facing their grandma’s death, the big mother.
In his meticulous photograph there is something primary, physical like a bone cracking out of skin. » Yaara Shehori The photographs & text were originally published in "The Hottest Place In Hell" magazine, May 7th, 2015 Victorian ornithologists and botanists would have heartily commended Susan Hipgrave’s remarkable series of hand-painted plates.
For spectators, an interactive experience awaits: birds, caught in the moment, watch us, ready to strike or to fly away; clusters of twisted vines and treacherous spikes draw us inside.
‘As my work with natural subjects becomes more detailed, so my subjects become more assertive,’ the artist states.
‘When I’m contemplating a new piece, I start by going through my collection of natural history books until I find something that “speaks” to me.
For many years she worked as an art director/designer in advertising.
Symbolism pushed its way in, photographs with dead birds, magnificent, hurt, in a club named after the primordial singing bird; and that’s the mode of action: he approaches stranger men at the club and asks them to photograph with a dead bird. The necrophilic layer, the emotions layer, the surprise, the threat, the spectacular sight of a boy holding a bird, struck with a spotlight.
It’s a story’s geology, something needs to be done, I thought in despair.
The Magpie is the only non-mammal species to have the ability of self recognition in a mirror test.
And they are are also the ultimate recycler known for thieving and collecting found objects for their nests.