No title: Death

One day I found a dead pigeon while walking on a street in Chicago. While I wanted to take care of the poor carcass, its body was tightly stuck on the street with blood and could not do anything for it. “No title: Death” is based on the frustration that day, and is a requiem for burying the pigeon in my heart. The boundary between life and death is impossible to cross tangibly. However, it can be connected emotionally by "mourning" the dead.