Neither bird nor fish — luciemacgregor

Neither bird nor fish, 2025
Rust, broken bike part, black sand, spray paint, icelandic book pages, donated drawings, eletrical wire
180 x 128 x 3 cm

Neither bird nor fish
held in tension with fishing hooks
let both front and back be visible

A hovering drawing
selected instances
of a nice thing
found within someone else’s forgotten
their throwaway
in a few choices
to be cut out and invited to remain

It behaves like a page
a reversible side

I am the only person here
sat in the creaks of the first day of the final month in the year
it is a calming feeling
one of solstice
with the self
without the sun
the spring next year will feel different

The snow that I know as sleet
Hjarn is its name here
Hjarn cries down the window glass
in an animated display
like a game of tetris minus a computer pixel
instead here as ice
we get close to the blue hour