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“Taxidermy is something we can enjoy only at a great cost–some animal’s death and dismemberment–we all want to believe that cost is worth it.”
Dave Madden's look into taxidermy is one of an observer. He glosses over the lives of taxidermists, such as Carl Akeley, gazes at animals frozen in time behind glass. Madden is not the hunter, it seems, of animals nor of information that appears to be readily available. He is a storyteller, though his sense of humor is exactly what you'd expect of a man who seems not to take his own work too seriously. He raises questions that he cannot seem to answer--even wondering why he joined a taxidermy class if he was never going to participate in the first place.
Participating in some way beyond a commentary would lend a hand to his words and make them more genuine. But participating would mean to have a hand in death, and he does not yet seem ready to make that leap. He is drawn, instead, to the spectacle of death, to see something frozen in time. He is drawn to the growth of such spectacles, from the historic and amateur processes of preserving a body to the cutthroat World Taxidermy Competition.
I do understand his fascination, however. It is strange and eccentric and a little off-beat. In such a fast-paced world in which obsolescence is planned and trends shift seemingly every week, the eternity that taxidermy offers is an entrancing one.
Dave Madden's look into taxidermy is one of an observer. He glosses over the lives of taxidermists, such as Carl Akeley, gazes at animals frozen in time behind glass. Madden is not the hunter, it seems, of animals nor of information that appears to be readily available. He is a storyteller, though his sense of humor is exactly what you'd expect of a man who seems not to take his own work too seriously. He raises questions that he cannot seem to answer--even wondering why he joined a taxidermy class if he was never going to participate in the first place.
Participating in some way beyond a commentary would lend a hand to his words and make them more genuine. But participating would mean to have a hand in death, and he does not yet seem ready to make that leap. He is drawn, instead, to the spectacle of death, to see something frozen in time. He is drawn to the growth of such spectacles, from the historic and amateur processes of preserving a body to the cutthroat World Taxidermy Competition.
I do understand his fascination, however. It is strange and eccentric and a little off-beat. In such a fast-paced world in which obsolescence is planned and trends shift seemingly every week, the eternity that taxidermy offers is an entrancing one.