What’s for dinner? For a scavenger like a vulture, it might be roadkill. For this cardboard beast, it’s a feast of papier-mâché, paint, and hot glue. What began as a tiny clay bird that fit snugly in my hand, grew into a nearly life-sized creature to match the scale of my ideas. As I worked, paper turned to clay, clay to cardboard, cardboard to plastic, and back to paper again—not unlike how the vulture sustains itself on scraps.
A peek into the inner workings of her mind.
