an instance of death;

A brain tumor and a bright yellow dead bird were the seeds that began my book "an instance of death". While working at Cafe Patteen downtown Minneapolis I recieved the news that a relative needed intense surgery to remove her brain tumor. Shortly after, while on break I stumbled across a bright yellow dead bird splattered on the sidewalk. With it's little wings were spread out and bright orange beak poking out it somehow looked like the body of a bird who's spirit blessed it before shooting off into the heavens. One drawing of that bird led to multiple drawings which lead to trying to communicate why I was so infactuated with dead birds. I decided to look for the anwsers or explinations or paradoxes about death in our cultural traditions. I am still investigating this idea of death, as I have yet to find a solid definition, and never will, and could go on about what I believe and blah, blah, blah, but the book attempts to explain that on a level that my simple language never could.