while we're in this vein of taxidermy, here is some works of UK artist Polly Morgan. while some of them creep me out eg. 'carrion call' with scores of tiny quail chicks bursting out of cracks in a decaying coffin, others have a tranquil, melancholy air to them. kate moss is reportedly a fan of her work. Polly's mother and many friends live on farms and supply her with animals that have died or not made it past infancy for whatever reason. in an interview with an australasian art magazine Polly also sounded very respectful of the animals and also only uses those that have died natural deaths. i think part of understanding the strange beauty of taxidermy is realising how separate the soul and the body are. the body is really just an empty anonymous shell without the soul. i can't help thinking of a very beautiful, perfect rainbow rosella i found the other week, unexplainably dead in a parking lot. it's neck was broken, and though i buried it in my garden i can't help thinking how unusually beautiful it might have looked under one of those bell jars and miniature chandeliers.......
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