The visual imagery in this book shifts its focus between found deer bones and their cast shadows. I discovered this portion of a spine in my yard early one fall morning. They were left behind by a coyote, and are all that remains of a white tail deer. These little discoveries often feel like gifts. Mirror image photographs of the bones printed onto cotton poplin are roughly sewn together with deer sinew providing the viewer pause to consider this gift of bones from the coyote. Text printed onto silk organza is cloaked in shadows of black chiffon. The narrative describes repeated encounters with the coyote while also contemplating the unanswerable questions about what these secretive meetings could mean. As the text progresses it becomes clear that the coyote is representative of a deeply felt attraction to someone just out of reach for reasons left unclear. The discovery of the bones elicits this daydream of melancholic longing.
