that still twitching bird was so decieved by a window...

Not dead, just unwound.

Studies from photographs of dead birds.

Another portfolio piece, this time a diptych done with pencil and gouache, continuing the theme of wind-up birds. I've always been troubled by the idea of death and tend to be wary of ideas relating to it, but I was intrigued by the thought of those sad dead birds you sometimes find fallen next to windows being able to just be rewound and fly off again. I hope the idea doesn't come off as being too morbid, it wasn't meant that way.

"I'll drown the urge for permanence and certainty; crouch down and scrawl my name next to yours in wet cement." - Sounds Familiar, The Weakerthans