Brandon Fields

In a small town in rural America, there is a decomposing deer head, which sits perched atop fencing, stacked against an old, rusty, red dump truck. Reflections of trees rest on the grimy glass of the windshield while clouds move leisurely across the country sky.
This is where I was raised; this is where I call home. Growing up, our house always had a wide collection of taxidermy animals because my father is a devoted hunter and outdoorsman. It was difficult for me to understand why he would display those lifeless remains with such pride and grandeur. I know, now, that they are nostalgic mementos that embody unforgettable tales from his past.
Inspired by his trophies and my own sentimental experiences of hunting and fishing, my artwork focuses on the animals I capture and kill while practicing these ritualistic customs, which have challenged and changed my personal philosophy. I have a fondness for these points in time, which make evident that life is unpredictable and transitory. Many may consider my work morbid, but I argue that Death does not have to always end with tragedy; it does not need to be feared and it should be expected and welcomed because it makes evident the cycle of life. Seeking everlasting life in a fleeting world, my work suspends and preserves nostalgic moments from my past, while using the universal language of death.