The feathers from one single duck are put together in a tapestry highlighting the reflection of color and the forms of the feathers.
A duck swims, walks and flies in the landscape. Then the hunter comes and shoots the duck to keep the population of these animals in balance.
The dead duck ends up in a slaughter house, where I found it. I took the feathers and put them together again, in this way I’m trying to keep the feeling of untouchable wildness alive.