Crossing Meridians
I have long wondered where things go when they are lost. As a child, I imagined a place where all the missing things gathered, like a heaven for toys. As an adult, I think about it through memory and through what science reveals, how DNA can unlock stories of life, past and present. Can a fragment of DNA bring an extinct animal back to the world. Can a memory carried and shared be another way to keep presence alive.

The passing of my mother made these questions deeply personal. For this installation, I created a print of lush flowers to honor her love of gardening, then cut the shapes of the extinct Passenger Pigeons from it. I saved every scrap, cutting smaller birds and leaves, and keeping even the tiniest pieces in a jar. The process became a meditation on transition: from paper to print, to shapes, to fragments. Each piece carries its own history, from seed to tree, to paper, to print, to dust and perhaps returning to the earth to nourish and transform again.

The flock of pigeons flies toward the stars, toward the unknown, and toward transformation. This work reflects on passage and change, on what has been lost, what lingers, and what may still exist unseen.