I like fur.
I think I like fur, anyway. A nice fox fur collar. A mink stole. Fur-lined gloves. A sable hat.
I don't necessarily think fur is immoral--it's just one-sided leather, after all. Top of the food chain, folks--get used to it. I definitely don't think throwing fake blood on a woman wearing a fur coat on the street is going to make any point except to ruin the pelts of a whole bunch of little, vicious animals (it takes a lot of those little minks to make a mink coat) and rendering their snarling sacrifice completely worthless.
But I have this thing about being present at a sacrifice. Knowing that one life is being exchanged for something else.
So I'm learning how to make a fur. Starting with this huge sleek raccoon, fat and smug from a diet of cat food, pet rabbits and suburban garbage.
A trial run of my Roadkill Project.
And it is disgusting.
Disgusting when you think about it. Not the over-arching idea of fur; thinking about the reality of making a fur is disgusting.
But when you get down to it--really get down, with your face right over it and your hands on it (surgical gloves notwithstanding)--it is fascinating, completely absorbing, and not a little awe-inspiring.
Time consuming. Tedious. A bit smelly.
So the idea of making something hideous with that precious fur is very nearly basphemy. One life has been exchanged for something else. It needs to be a good exchange.
I think I like fur, anyway. A nice fox fur collar. A mink stole. Fur-lined gloves. A sable hat.
I don't necessarily think fur is immoral--it's just one-sided leather, after all. Top of the food chain, folks--get used to it. I definitely don't think throwing fake blood on a woman wearing a fur coat on the street is going to make any point except to ruin the pelts of a whole bunch of little, vicious animals (it takes a lot of those little minks to make a mink coat) and rendering their snarling sacrifice completely worthless.
But I have this thing about being present at a sacrifice. Knowing that one life is being exchanged for something else.
So I'm learning how to make a fur. Starting with this huge sleek raccoon, fat and smug from a diet of cat food, pet rabbits and suburban garbage.
A trial run of my Roadkill Project.
And it is disgusting.
Disgusting when you think about it. Not the over-arching idea of fur; thinking about the reality of making a fur is disgusting.
But when you get down to it--really get down, with your face right over it and your hands on it (surgical gloves notwithstanding)--it is fascinating, completely absorbing, and not a little awe-inspiring.
Time consuming. Tedious. A bit smelly.
Brilliant. Coonskin Cap? If so, I would love to see it when you are finished.
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