In lieu of a nest (incubator) - the chamber view..
recent sculpture of hand etched glass, mirror, wood, articulated bird 🪽
Born in a sterile cradle, hatching without the tremor of wind or warmth. Every pulse absorbed by time underscoring a lullaby never heard, the blight of its being met no resistance, each breath too soft for even the unmoving temperature-controlled air to notice.
It lived, untouched by sensation or need- content without knowing it.
And when its charge finally exhausted, it did not fade but folded back into the same cocooned oblivion from which it had emerged.
