Through my art I observe decay. The shedding of our skin and its taking shape into a new form, a transformation of life only found in death. Onion skins fill the floor, each one individually holding the shape of its own flesh. Flesh that is now boiled out while its skin is dried whole, it is left behind as evidence of its life. I am inspired by bog bodies found from 200 B.C. in Ireland. Having been buried in the wetland, the bones have disintegrated but the hair, skin, and nails remain intact. These onion skins are reminiscent of the bog bodies, reminiscent of the massive loss within our world. As I walk the streets of New York City with my dog, we find animal skins left shrivelled up on the sidewalk, or delicately arranged by a stranger in the park, reminding me again of the bog bodies. One day, while walking, we came across a dead bird, newly deceased and lying face up in the snow. I brought it home and froze it in a bag of water and photographed its frozen decay.