waiting for the right piece

i taught a STILL workshop at my house recently. i had placed a few props on the table that i could use to demonstrate my technique. the bits and pieces have remained on my table for the past two weeks–not really catching my attention. yesterday, my mom’s neighbor, brought me a handful of mallard feathers she had found on her morning walk. i placed the feathers with the other bits crowding my workspace, and suddenly the half-noticed pile of debris felt different. more interesting. more complete. so i made of photo.