Requiem for a Squirrel
2018, embroidery in a found frame, 9'x11.5'
For about a month on my regular commute I noticed a black squirrel. It would always be eating near a hole in a fence off the side of the road. I felt comfort in knowing its whereabouts every morning because its uncommon traits made it an easy target.
One morning I saw the squirrel face down in the road. This piece is an act of remembrance for that squirrel.
Layered in the frame is an embroidered reductive poem that reads as follows:
Survival of the Fittest
I passed you every morning like a mantra
I passed you the day you died
like a mantra
I passed you
like a mantra you died