Mars San Martin

When I think of still life, I think of something that is dead, but still contains some evidence of life. So, I took a photograph of my Furby that doesn’t even function anymore.  At one time when I was younger, it did feel as if it possessed life.  I went on to place it on a window sill of my shitty-looking apartment late at night.

I chose a nighttime setting because when it is dark outside there is a feeling of everything being dead—non-existent, yet we know the night is still alive while it surrounds us.