FLYING GARDENS OF MAYBE BY ANDREW S. YANG
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IN 2012 ANDREW S. YANG WAS CHATTING WITH A COLLEAGUE ABOUT CHARLES DARWIN, MARVELING AT HOW gives the seeds he removes from casualties’ bellies the life they could have had if the bird continued flying and deposited them on fertile soil. He throws clay pots and glazes them in colors, patterns, and textures evocative of the seeds’ avian couriers, including Swainson’s Thrush and Cedar Waxwing. Yang plants the seeds in the corresponding vessel, one pot per bird. As in nature, some sprout; most don’t. “Some people think it’s horribly grisly,” Yang says. “I see it as celebrating the birds and the plants.” A way to honor and bring attention to life needlessly lost.