This piece was the ‘seed’ of a series of ‘portraits’ of the principle meat animals from the domestic, husbanded ‘menu’, much as it has largely been for the last few thousand years. It was a chunk of wood from the that I picked up to put on the fire and I reneged, and in that moment I saw a pig’s head and toyed….’just carve an eye’ and burn it because it had followed me around for years and one side had succumbed to borer beetle. ( Incidentally this bit of wood came from a large root portion of a tree that had rested at high tide level, much of it in the mud for as many years as I can remember, and I cut a bit off in my junior student years and later paid a tree-feller to cut a slice of the remaining trunk – it was like old honey and perfect inside. A month or so later later the whole piece was gone and it must have weighed a ton.)
The seeing pig then needed to smell and I fell in love with the wood!