During tech last week Anita, Stephan and I were in the Timber Barn setting levels and lighting cues. It was 11pm, freezing cold and possibly the worst day of my strep throat. I was delirious, mildly miserable wrapped in a blanket and we were all trying our best to be patient with each other. Then Stephan pointed up to the rafters ‘Look!’ A barn owl had flown in. I spat out ‘Oh fuck! It’s Beltaine!’ In the furious clusterfuck of tech week I’d completely forgot. Stephan smiled and said ‘This is a good omen.’
He gave me this sculpture on opening night. The bones are found in the forest where he lives. The owl head was gifted to him from friends who run a puppet theatre/ organic vegetable farm near by. They’d found the deceased owl in their field. He buries the bones till the ant’s pick them clean then re-animates the creatures usually with motors and lights. I talked more about is studio here, here and here.
The puppet eyes are mounted to urchin shells, which I guess he picked up on a coastal beach; we’re about five hours from the ocean. The base is a solid piece of steel on mauve velvet. He’s shown in galleries across the country and has figured out pretty skookum shipping boxes.