I have been finding dead animals around on my daily walks. Deer, a dog, a turkey. Like the burned house, the sight of such death is sad, but oddly serene. I find the decomposition process really facinating. So much so, that I brought an (already) detached deer leg back to the studio to draw, when I finished, I put it on a high table outside (so the dogs wouldn't get it) to watch it decompose.


There is such immense elegance in a deer leg. Even when the rest of the deer is mangled (from other animals feeding), the leg is still mostly whole (including hair). I have seen this in both dead deer I have found.