One in a series of tiny environmental statements.
Here we have two scenes, the bird with her adopted "found" baby (removable) and a birds-eye-view of the nest scene. She is a collector of shiny and strange objects, like razor blades, nails, and rubber belts. She's easily confused and distracted, one might even say she's a bit of a bird-brain. Perhaps it has something to do with the toxic air she breathes. I hope she hears the cries of her real babies before it's too late for them. But she's a bad mom, so I wouldn't count on it.
A reflection of our own poor stewardship, (smoke stacks on the horizon) as well as our own human psychoses and misplaced priorities.
Polymer clay and mixed media
Aprox. 5x7 on a 3x4 easel frame.