Hunting season came and during doe season we saw the remains of a fresh carcass dumped on our property, and the same day saw a fawn running frantically back and forth in the area. I couldn't imagine how the fawn could survive the winter alone being so young.
Although I have no idea what did happen to the fawn or if it was "our" doe who was killed, I made this piece of weathered bones at the time and I'm sure I was influenced by the sadness I felt about the incident.
The bones came from friend Deb's son, who collected them from their woods. They are nestled into forest leaves and lichens inside the old nativity-scene box. Each bone has a stamped number attached, like a forensics or biology person might use to identify each one. Melted candles, a brass bell and an curly bit of decorative iron on the front, reminiscent of a cemetery entry gate, finish the piece. The silver trim is from a disassembled Mexican piece.
(Photo: Requiem, copyright 2008 by Diane Lou. 18x11x7". Photo by Nils Lou)