I repair these bones with cast glass replicas of their missing parts. I have made these partial skeletons whole again by combining carefully polished bones with cast glass in the places where bone is gone. This material investigation is driven by the glass that is often scattered at the scene of an accident. I find these fragments sparkling in the earth around these skeletal remains. I have displayed these repaired skeletons suspended from meat hooks in postures of ecstasy. They hover just above the earth on two legs, their skeletons very much like our own.

My home in Central Iowa is 6 miles from Interstate 80. Here the deer herd numbers 400,000. They were nearly hunted to extinction in 1900. Now, with no natural predators the animals feed and shelter in endless rows of feed corn. In my agricultural state they are both vermin and trophy.
Year round, the highways are littered with road kill. In the early spring I walk creek beds and ditches to retrieve their bones washed away and cleaned by vultures and insects. The incomplete nature of these skeletons carry evidence of the automobiles that struck them and the gnawed marks of the scavengers they sustained.
I polish the bones to a porcelain shine and then engrave an image of a lacy network onto their surface. With a jeweler’s tool, I carve the bones and remove the marrow from their core. Once hollow and clean I gild the internal chamber with 24 karat gold. I am building a precious relic of something silent and wild that lives and dies by our agriculture, our economies, and our speed.
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