A couple of weeks ago I found an old binder of negatives that I stored in the depths of my parent’s storage room. They are from my only college photography class and include some photographs of my sisters from the first year that they were with my family. I remembered shooting some photos of them with their hands inside of a chicken carcass because it was such a strange thing, and have wondered for years where these photographs could be. When I found them I was incredibly excited to scan them in.
When Maria and Ana first came from Russia they considered the heart of the chicken to be the pinnacle of deliciousness. After eating a roasted chicken they would stick their fingers deep down into the greasy chicken, pull out the heart, look at it for a second and then devour it. This was always truly disgusting, but it brought them such pleasure.
ana searches for the chicken's heart
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