The common quail is an ordinary bird which is not that common anymore. It lives covertly under the herbaceous layer of fields and meadows.
The female quail can hatch up to 14 eggs. In the picture I only see 5 chicks! Oh dear! Where are the others?
I don’t want to tell sad stories!
We better go over to doing an easy-going listing of material:
My favourite paper!
- I used, as for many of my other collages, a soft structured, handmade watercolor paper from france. It has a wonderfully warm white color and feels a little sandy. The paper is extremly long-life and doesn’t yellow.
- I drew with water-color, fineliner, pencil and crayons. For the tiny drawings I put great value on a good fineliner with non-fading pigments and the finest stroke width!
- A collage measures about 2×2,4 in.
Studied in detail, left to right:
Smells Like Soap!
- At the bottom an immature seed capsule from the so called bee-bums also to be known as copper tops, jumping jacks or stinky-pops (that name pretty much nails it) which is now blossomed to be a snipe. Confidently it swaggers out of the scene. Bee-bums grow almost everywhere so I don’t have to feel guilty about picking off the small amount of material I need for my work. Maybe you know those small pink blossoms which are likely to grow near water or moist forest areas. When fully in bloom you can already sense it from a distance because of its almost too heavy and soapy scent. And when the flower is withered and dried out, only with a slight touch the seed capsules pop open. Hence stinky-pops! I like to use the really small ones which are still immature. Maybe thats why, when they don’t smell or pop anymore, they can pretty much become anything else.
The Venus Flytrap is a Carnivorous Plant. It doesn’t eat quails!
- The snipe hides under two withered leaves of the the venus flytrap, which flourishes in a flowerpot on my windowsill. When its leaves are faded I harvest them and after that I press them. But only the really small ones!
I’m not interested in all kinds of waste!
- Right next to the venus flytrap: A cut piece of a blood sugar test strip which can easily be found on almost every road. In the distant future archaeologists can probably figure out how many habitants in the corresponding age were diseased only by the count of those test strips. I’m almost certain that future researchers will postulate that the percental share of the population with diabetis in 2017 was exeptionally high in the Boberger Dünen. Those plastic strips are made to last! Sometimes I walk past the same plastic strips I found weeks ago. I only like the ones with the butterfly pictogram. Most test strips only show the dull logo of the manufacturer or even nothing. I’m really not interested in all kinds of waste!
The Elm is Fluttering!
- Beneath the butterfly the nut fruit of a fluttering elm, which embodies the central figure of the female quail. Or it could also be a kiwi. It’s just like that with some picuters. Some of the seeds are overgrown with dainty, silvery lashes. In that case they really look like kiwis. This little nut rather reminds me of a quail!
- Five seed capsules at her feet – well no, I mean there run her chicks! Those tiny remains of a plant I found on a new-mown meadow.
- Right at the bottom there is a side note: A reflective fragment of a small disco ball. You know – the kind of with the small square mirrors glued to a styrofoam ball. Its been years ago that I found that battered sample on one of my walks. There were already some mirrors missing. I removed the remainig parts and stored them with some other precious objects of my collection. Over the years my stock has shrunk considerably due to enthusiastic use. They can be found in many of my collages! So better get it now! Collages with disco ball mirrors will be sold out soon!
Downfall of a Red Admiral
- The pitiful remains of a butterfly lead the way out of the picture. The admiral sank on the high seas. Only his sparse remains I could salvage from the Baltic Sea, where it drifted off the coast of Scharbeutz. It was a windless day in september and I enjoyed a last late summer trip to the beach. At home a large collection of butterflies waited for me, each to be given a new purpose. But for this work it had to be the one right here! Unremarkable and tattered. A few times the waves almost took it back from my hands. Most of the pigments are gone. Some spots became fully transparent. If it wasn’t for a wispy and at the same time impressivly strong frame that preserved the remains of the wing while being rocked by the waves. Shortly before dispersal it found its destination! Here he is! The Red Admiral!