I'll fly away, oh glory, I'll fly away . . .

Death of a loved one is one of the most detrimental times in a persons life. Mourning the loss of one of the most influential people in your life may take years, even a lifetime. These images are a personal project of mourning the loss of my grandmother, not only an inspiration but a strong supporter in my life. The use of birds are connected with the symbolism that birds, being the only species able to be present on earth and fly to the heavens. Not unlike the people who leave this world onto the next, their souls not being present on earth, but within our memories.

 

Memories of my grandmother singing the religious hymn Ill Fly Away correlates with the idea of parting this life, along with the subject matter. The technique of scanning different specimen and parts of birds and their life cycle is an examination on the human life cycle, through an emotional sense, focusing on decay. The last week of my grandmothers life was spent in the confines of stark hospital walls. This experience has only been the beginning of both religious and philosophical exploration of the purpose a single life holds. Many of the images show the fragility of the objects shown, a metaphor for the fragility of life. It is my intent that the work not only be a personal memorial and mourning of a loved one, but also a reminder flightiness of life.

 

. . . Oh how glad and happy when we meet, Ill fly away . . .