My grandson Oscar and I have patiently waited for our finds to decay. A possum and a bird that we found on one of our walks, gathered up and carried to the railway line at the end of the street. It became part of our daily ritual to walk down to the railway line and look to see what was happening. Eventually, we had bones and a skeleton. I thought this a fitting interpretation for the challenge of Weathered.
A Book of Old Bones.
A simple signature style book with the signatures ‘fat’ enough to contain the bones without squashing them. The cardboard pages are easy for little fingers to turn.
Old bones stitched to black card and mounted onto old cardboard.
Possum skull
The tail
Some of the spine
Hands and claws
Bird leg
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