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you make the kind of art I do you're always suspect of what people bring you
in black trash bags. Years ago a friend dropped by with a bag and then told
me the story of an opossum having a heart attack in his back yard. He had
watched it decompose for days and was too fascinated to bury it so he
brought it to me. So there's it's head and there's it's spine.
Scorpio was my first in an idea I had about making and entire Zodiac of sculptures. Opossumech was more political. There was a lot of roadkill around where I used to live in Saratoga, California and I wanted to upgrade the corpses of animals to fight back against the cars. These were early experiments.
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