I talk to the birds but they don’t listen to me

Anila Rubiku, I talk to the birds but they don’t listen to me, 2021 Dimensions: cm.50 ⌀ Graphite & Embroidery on silk, cardboard, feather filling, thread. Installation view exhibition La Tendresse Subversive, 2022 at Frac Centre-Val de Loire di Orleans, France. (Ph. M. Argyroglo)


I talk to the birds but they don’t listen to me, 2021

These works are a testament to many things.

First the loneliness many felt when isolated by the plague. Many people were driven to distraction. Suicide increased. Even, I started to talk to birds.

Birds are genuinely beautiful products of nature. Perfect gems, like the eyes of a cat watching them. Fragile, momentary and pure.

Birds are timeless as well. It’s hard to imagine these creature are the descendants of dinosaurs.

Like all animals’ birds are in a continual struggle to stay alive and to keep alive. They are tireless, alert, super alive and on guard. They are a metaphor for endurance, beauty and resilience. A lesson for us all. But they are very bad listeners. They didn’t listen to me.