I spend a fair bit of time hiking and camping (though not as much as I would like). It is not uncommon on my treks into the wilderness--or even in my urban stomping ground--to come across bones; squirrel skulls, deer jawbones, vole bones. Life leaves us wherever it chooses. Sometimes it leaves our bones on a trail or a path, or buried deep in a wood never to be found. 

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After starting my Foragery series, I started to think about the natural, organic world through the lens of fiction. I kept coming to the milky-white remains of life. You can tell so much by bones; how long someone lived, if they lived in feast or famine, what bone-grinding labor they did, and what finally ended them. I wanted to create fictitious skulls of creatures for which only pure imagination was possible in constructing their lives. The only clue: each skull starts with an organic piece from the natural world. Beyond that, the rest is unknown fiction.

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Clay, paint, nuts, seeds, shells, rocks, wood