Rosanne Reynolds
When the pie was threatened, The guns began to roar
Wasn't that a dandy way o start another war?
In the fall of 2002, while trying to work on quite a different show, I found myself emotionally
hijacked by the world events that deluged us in the daily newspapers. Stories of the search
for weapons of mass destruction; of the escalation of hostilities between the US and Iraq;
of various attacks from all parties in the Middle East, especially between Israel Korea - all
were cascading into my consciousness in a very short period of time. I thought of what
springtime would bring, and began casting dead robins. Black robins who were also
white, white robins who were also black, black-and-white robins shrouded in all sides of
the stories that provoked me; also soft, malleable robins of wax and sugar, caught in the
quicklime of an unidentified but obviously toxic substance.
Caught in the age-old cycles of violence and retaliation, who will remember that we are all
one species?
hand-transferred these clippings onto white tissue paper, which, soaked with
adhesive, I then decoupaged onto white birds. (A fourth group, not shown
here, were also made, out of white wax. A floor group, they are sugar-coated
and lying in “pools” of yellow urethane.)
Lireille Gallery of Contemporary Jewelry and Art
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