The Fall, 2019
Four single and three double-layered toned gelatin silver films recording shadows of a Starling body, feathers and Cicada husks made without a camera. Each film and film sandwich is encapsulated in a laser-engraved Mylar envelope. Displayed backlit atop light tables. Unique objects.
I found it bloodied, wings-splayed, tangled among Cicada husks on the summer-dry verge of a suburban street. The still-warm, dark, speckled body of the creature might well have just dropped from the bushfire-dusk February sky. Introduced by nineteenth century colonists, the inquisitive, omnivorous, fecund, adaptable Common Starling (Sturnus vulgaris) lives up to its name driving out and displacing native birds across Australia’s temperate southeast. Yet its wretched local status belies an exceptional musical and acrobatic talent. Entranced by its song eighteenth century composer Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart kept one as a pet so beloved he commemorated its passing with a funeral service. Why and how clouds of Starlings seamlessly execute the seasonal aerial displays known as ‘murmurations’ is a mystery – although each birds awareness of seven neighbors is known to carry through the whole flock, aiding harmonic movement. In ancient Rome, religious augurs divined omens from the shape of their swarmings. Whether or not it fell from a murmuration, the poignant verisimilitude of this little avian corpse can be read as a portent too. It’s mortal gesture is reminiscent of renderings of Icarus who flew too close to the sun (a warning against human hubris) but the trajectory of change typified by this invasive species invites predictions far more ecological and ominous.