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"Although I once fell in love with a dove / Stayed out until dawn with a swan / It was only a fling / Now I have the real thing / There'll be no more canaries, bluebirds, blackbirds, red birds, green birds, and such / We're birds of a feather now"
FUOS (2018) for dead/taxidermy magpie: on intimacy, materiality, risk, and space. Performed in an abandoned barn full of pigeons, the human performer whistles and sings to the bird after plucking the feathers and appropriating them for adorning her pierced skin. Photography by Graeme Robertson; video shot by Adam Scott.
*Portfolio work as part of PhD thesis on Bodies and Boundaries in Performing Taxidermy
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