At the most opportune time I spotted a feather on the parking lot ground. I heard my mothers voice in my head telling me not to pick it up but I NEEDED a feather. I totally ignored all the microscopic life that was most likely teeming all over it. And, I didn’t get “the itches”.

Everyday in May 2016: Drawn from direct observation. Feather and text carved out of Speedy Cut. Collage. Materials vary. Acrylic paint; pencil, Sharpie Fine Pen; occasional use of Pitt Brush Pens; commercial letter and number stamps; StazOn pigment stamp ink. When the month is completed it will be bound as a book with a spiral coil.

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