In a Canadian forest, I used plaster to mold bear’s prints on the soil.
Accompanied by a ranger, I was on the territory of the bears and their smell was very strong. Stinging insects tried to enter under my mosquito net. As the nightfall, we saw a mother bear with her three cubs.
The soil was slippery and most of their prints were difficult to catch.
Back in my studio, I made a cast of the best footprint.
The melted wax is an echo to the ephemeral trace left in nature by the animal.