Owl is one of Douglas White’s best known and most significant works. It perfectly embodies White’s ability to see wonder and beauty in the accidental and the overlooked, and, through the most minimal and elegant interventions, reify these finds into extraordinary and enduring works of art. The backstory to Owl is a case in point.
One evening in June 2006 White was on his way to an exhibition opening. On his journey he picked up the Metro, a free London newspaper and saw an image that stupefied him. It showed the ethereal, dusty imprint left on a window after an owl had flown into it. The window belonged to a one Ray Pearce, a retiree in North of England. As soon as he read the related article, White immediately found an internet cafe on Oxford street and began looking for the phone numbers of all the Ray Pearce’s in the Wigston area of Leicestershire and calling each of them to track down this strange imprint. One Ray Pearce wasn’t answering. In the artist’s over-excited mind, this was because he must have been fielding so many calls from other people trying to get hold of his window. In truth he had been away at a funeral. White kept calling. A few days later he got through to Ray who agreed he could come and visit.
Douglas asked Sarah, his girlfriend to come with him, hoping that her presence might normalise what, he feared, would seem like a crazy request. They sat and took tea with Ray and his wife Nancy in their living room, the owl imprint hovering, ghost-like over them on their patio door. When Douglas mentioned he wanted to take away their patio door in which the imprinted window was embedded, their faces changed. ‘You said you were an artist, we thought you wanted to come and draw it’, they said. The meeting became an exercise in diplomacy and persuasion. Noting the religious iconography around the house, Sarah spoke of the wonders of God’s creations and how beautiful it would be to preserve it for posterity, but White sat there fearful the opportunity to collect and preserve this profound accidental mark of nature, was slipping away.