Inspiration comes directly from the magpie, which takes the position of object of luck through the projection of my desires onto it. I have an envy when admiring birds in flight and my possession of its wings selfishly denies it of this ability. It’s the blink of blue in a magpie’s wing that attracts me to them as beings. As an act of evolutionary mimicry, the performative interaction I have with these wings can be seen as an attempt to merge self with bird in an attempt to fulfil this longing. Suspending disbelief, the photograph holds the body in a moment of weightlessness, dream, and imagination - before the inevitable fall.