Friday, August 6

dead things...

my heart. hahahahaha. no that's not true. just seemed a funny follow up. ha ha ha ha hmmm...

anyhoo.

i've never held a fascination for dead things. as in, things that were once alive but are now dead. they don't interest me particularly. not dead people, not dead flowers, roadkill, fossils, pets... not even shells really. although i have a soft spot for those big shell hangings that people put in their gardens.

don't judge me

on the upside i'll never be into necrophilia. which, when you're adding up the plusses of your personality, may be pretty down there, but, hey, every little bit counts no?

nevertheless. some twittering about taxidermy reminded me of the weirdnesses people are into.

not at all nutty


someone was actually selling this on ebay (along with a handfull of hallucinogens and a copy of pet cemetary one would hope)

see more badass taxidermy fuckups at the aptly titled 'crappy taxidermy'.

now there's bad stuffed dead animal and then there's steampunk art stuff. checkit...


her name is lisa BLACK (for serious, we're practically related, my pseudonym and she...) and she's 'a sculptor, jeweler and artist based in Auckland, New Zealand'. Which is all her unhandy website tells me. Stupid miss black.

BUT NOW, for what this blog is ACTUALLY about. god knows i've been wanting to post this shit for YEARS. victorian death photography. was a big meme thing on boingboing some time back.

they would paint the eyes on the eyelids if closed

Photography was a very popular pastime in Victorian America and, according to author Maureen Delorme, "postmortem photography of the deceased, especially of children, was a virtual obsession to nineteenth century Americans." Bereaved families wanting to keep a memory of a lost child would have a photo made of the child lying in its coffin. >> more on death rituals at ancestry.com


turns out death photography is finding some sort of revival. or is it just art?

Elmira Sang Bastian, 2002, 2004 (detail only)

The work of photographer Walter Schels and journalist Beate Lakotta, called Noch Mal Leben (Life Before Death) documents terminal patients with before and after death portraits -- a kinda modern-day death portrait.

Heiner Schmitz, Nov 2003, Dec 2003

They make me sad. it reminds me too much of how transient everything is. how you can love someone or something one day and then the next day they're gone and then what do you do with all the love?

which is why i don't like looking at dead things. or having them around me.


except maybe a shell hanging in the garden somewhere.

2 comments:

kyknoord said...

I'm rather partial to dead things. Food, mainly.

dorothy said...

i was just wondering where you were in the interwebsphere. this is true. but a truly dead vegetable isn't appealing to the buds.