I went home to take care of my dad while he was going through chemo. One day, while I was cleaning the living room, my mom looked out the window and saw a frenzy of crows across the street. She went out to investigate and as she got closer she saw a frenzy of crows tearing at a little sparrow. She called for my dad to bring a box. He was moving pretty slowly at the time. As he approached she scooped up the little bird and placed it in the box. Then they got in the car to go to the animal hospital.
In just five minutes they were back; the sparrow had died. My mom went straight into the house, opening the cabinet and grabbing a handful of cat food. She placed it where the crows had been. You see crows remember who you are and they remember what you've done. My mom knew that they would remember her taking their food away, so she left an offering in its place.
My work has to do with death, dying, grief and healing. Through the ritual transformation of materials I seek to transform myself.