LIMITED PRINTS DRIFTWOOD SCULPTURES

I came across a dead seagull

Washed up on the beach

Without a screech

It's colour grey like the sky

It was very dull.

I didn't kill it

As it was already dead,

When I twisted it's neck

And ripped off its head.

Then I took it home to my operating table,

To bring this dull bird back to life

I am very art able.

I screwed it I glued I sprayed it with fire and ice,

Not a dull bird anymore

For it has risen from the ashes like a flaming phoenix

My bird of paradise.