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Parliament

I had a strange and intimate experience with a group of short-eared owls in Wyoming while at a residency; big dish-faced creatures spooking out of sagebrush and whirling about, training their strange faces towards me with wide surprised yellow eyes. It’s surreal to be inspected by a large group of large nocturnal birds in the middle of the day in the middle of nowhere. I looked it up- a group of owls is called a parliament. Presumably they were on their way somewhere else- as was I.

This is a two-color screenprint from a single hand-cut rubylith film, hand-printed in a split fountain fade on heavy steel-grey Mr. French paper.



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