BUT... at times, I continue to add material until the piece is rather complicated. The challenge then becomes viewing these as something closer to an essay than a poem.
The piece shown below is (was) named 'Bad Stork'. Once I saw the bird's body in the cow jawbone and added a beak (partly real from a great blue heron skeleton) things took a turn for the dark side.
I had the porcelain leg of a 19th century doll on my work table. (Slight aside here: I don't set out to invoke darkness, but the leg seem to 'fit').
From there is was and would be 'Bad Stork' and as a storyline it made sense to me that not every baby that is carried by a stork got delivered intact. The stork either got hungry or had a bad disposition. Either way, both the leg and part of the swaddling cloth were all that remained when I got to portraying the deviant. Don't shoot the messenger!
On a more prosaic note, the two photos below are of a piece entitled: 'Ghost Town'.
Having spent a few years knocking around the Southwest (one year working in Death Valley), I came to know the detritus that was left behind when a vein of gold ran out.
Those ghost towns were often home to dreamers, thieves, and victims, with an occasional rich scoundrel. The photos on the Bingo card are tintypes from a found album dated the mid-1800's. The rest of the material is what lay on the ground near a rail yard in Asheville, NC.
R.I.P.
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