About

When I was a young boy my mother and I made a gingerbread house cake for my birthday. It was the first time I felt creative ownership of something I had made. When it came time to cut the cake to celebrate my birthday - I had a tantrum. I forbade anyone from eating the cake I had made. The cake sat on the refrigerator until it became stale. My mother took the cake and placed it under the peach tree in the backyard of our Ohio home. I watched for hours as black birds flew from branch to cake and back to branch, eating my artwork bit by bit.

I’ve always loved observing animals as they show …