Lanny
At that time I was into finding and cleaning the skeletons of dead things. Mostly birds. I would pull them apart, coat them in gold leaf, reassemble them wrongly and suspend them from wire frames. Little mobiles of badly made birds. I’d done a dozen or so. The gallery...
Real Death
I’ve never thought to do this before, but the lyrics to this song were so beautiful, it seemed important to share them. Death is real Someone’s there and then they’re not And it’s not for singing about It’s not for making into art When...
