Raymar Court

Document Type

Creative Work

Publication Date

12-2025

Department

Art Education

Artist’s Statement

I grew up bug-eyed and odd on a small winding driveway called Raymar Court. But sometimes, birds crash into our windows, breaking their pretty necks. I would pick them up, wrap them in leaves, and give them a funeral. When you're that little, every bird that dies feels like an extension of yourself. This piece is about burying the dead birds that haunt you. The people and memories you can't bear to face and leaving your problems behind you at Raymar Court.

Medium

Charcoal and chalk pastel

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