An exhibition at The Customs House - Flying Falling - Gardening celebrates life; a dead bird is a reminder of endings. Why do I find so many dead birds? I garden an acre next to a copse, forest, and moorland, near a nature reserve, with varied habitats of wildlife. Every morning there is birdsong. I poke through my garden intimately. Fledging season is the most dangerous time. I worry more about missing birds, blue tits, starlings, sparrows, all declining. Reimagining the idyll of nature, tearing apart fragments to isolate details from their context, I follow a continuum of flight, journey and death.

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Karen Melvin