mnartists.org: Mary Britton Clouse

City Chickens, Gody

Mary Britton Clouse — Fri, 03 Apr 2009 17:10:11 GMT

City Chickens, Bing

Mary Britton Clouse — Mon, 09 Feb 2009 21:06:44 GMT

Xenoevil

Mary Britton Clouse — Fri, 23 Nov 2007 22:28:46 GMT

image: xenoevil

Hand and Hand- portrait / self-portrait

Mary Britton Clouse — Mon, 22 Oct 2007 19:33:09 GMT

Digital pigment print on paper. Hen Nicky holding onto my finger. I shot it with the camera in my other hand. Chickens will clutch your fingers for security much as a little child will do.

Regime Change

Mary Britton Clouse — Tue, 10 Apr 2007 20:34:59 GMT

Virgil Butler

Mary Britton Clouse — Tue, 03 Apr 2007 20:56:32 GMT

Tribute to Virgil Butler, former worker at Tyson poultry slaughterhouse. http://www.upc-online.org/thinking/121906virgil.html

Frida and Diego

Mary Britton Clouse — Thu, 15 Feb 2007 20:43:33 GMT

Roberta and Sita

Mary Britton Clouse — Tue, 13 Feb 2007 00:55:36 GMT

River's Edge detail 2

Mary Britton Clouse — Sun, 28 Jan 2007 15:51:29 GMT

image: River's edge detail 1

River's edge detail 1

Mary Britton Clouse — Sun, 28 Jan 2007 15:50:41 GMT

work in progess

Mary Britton Clouse — Fri, 26 Jan 2007 02:39:22 GMT

River's Edge

Mary Britton Clouse — Fri, 26 Jan 2007 02:28:16 GMT

Wings: Non lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch' entrate. View 3.

Mary Britton Clouse — Sat, 07 Jan 2006 20:07:34 GMT

Non lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch' entrate. View 3. 2005 (Do not abandon all hope, you who enter here.) metal battery cage, digital pigment photos on paper, cast and dyed paper, ink, readymade frames, glass

image: Wings: Non lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch' entrate. View 1.

image: Wings: Non lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch' entrate. View 3.

image: Wings: Non lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch' entrate. View 4.

image: Wings: Non lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch' entrate. View 5.

Wings: Jeremiah

Mary Britton Clouse — Fri, 06 Jan 2006 09:53:02 GMT

oil on canvas board, 2005

Wings: Eden (in collaboration with Heidi Greger)

Mary Britton Clouse — Fri, 06 Jan 2006 00:02:38 GMT

metal cage, cast paper, ink, plaster, 2005 I was born in a dirty, crowded, noisy place. I was a racer. When I broke my arm, they left me for dead. I wound up at the Dodge Nature Center where I lived in a small dirty cage on top of a file cabinet in an office. I couldn't move without bumping into things like my water dish, so it was left empty most of the time. I lived on salted cocktail nuts. It was like being trapped with no drinks at the worst office party that never ends. After over a year, someone heard my cry and now I fly. Who knew.