Are (were) these Real people?, Were they consulted?, are their families aware that they have been skinned, stuffed and mounted?
What about their lives? did they go to school? strive for education, aspire to new heights, dream of experience, share the love of another, simply to be turned into something without name? Something to be gawped at, bathed in anomicity their former lives and dreams ultimately turned into a rather tasteless bit of furniture?
I don't know why, but this strikes me as sick. I have little understanding in why people would like to wrap themselves in dead animals, let alone stare at dead people.
I suppose I'm wrong, but I am begining to think of "art" as something made solely to extend the boundries of tastelessness.
as the man said, "I don't know much about art, but I know what I hate"
Datalas.
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I'm going to go for a bit of a lie down....
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