The First Red Bird

I made this piece on the third anniversary of my son's death. I had to prepare myself to do it and decided to make the work part of my grieving ritual on that anniversary. On the day Lincoln died, I had a horrific vision that this creature came and took him away. His soul lives on. This is not a real bird, but I did not know what it was. It was a bird-like object.

This is an "embroidery collage" and uses cotton and wool thread, fabric paint, and broken automobile reflectors on two layers of fabric, silk and cotton blend.