Feather Room, 2003
The white turkey feathers ruffle in a tiny movement. They lightly brush
the cheeks of anyone entering the room, like snowfall. The feathers
bring the warmth and scent of turkey skin to the space. At the same
time, they create shadows on the walls, giving visual form to questions
about being and non-being. For a brief moment, there is a fleeting,
silent unity of body, soul and spirit.
© Anna-Lea Kopperi
and all authors 2008