When the trembling heart stops beating, what remains is a tiny beautiful corpse. I make a portrait to commemorate that life, and to express my sorrow and regret. It’s my gesture towards the little creatures whose lives and deaths happen around us without notice. I make these portraits my size, so that we're on equal ground, so that we can meet each other eye to eye, and I can get to know them, every feather and scale recorded, preserved to display long after their bodies have gone.