Gazes of glass, piercing intermediaries of melancholy’ s shell, inanimate reality which splits inner artificiality from the surrounding fiction.
Like suspended oracles, torn and then reassembled, they go with their eyes through the transparent barrier that separates them from human race, offering them a silent limbo where man and the inanimate creature, what it is and what it has been, dialogue confined by sterile and intimidating lights, celebrating the strong formalism that unifies the art of taxidermy and today’s society.
Man standing in front of them gives rise to an unstoppable conversation of cracked symmetries where authentic and vital human corporeality is opposed to the corrupt and artificial materiality of these creatures, whose existence in time is the work of man, whose mind creates the identity denied to animals.
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