I like animals. Having grown up in rural Texas with cows and "cy-otes" staring me down on a daily basis, and despite the fact that my someday procuring a lion skin rug or gallant 12 point buck for my wall will likely not serve my dating life well, I am yet enamored with the idea of filling my home with the spoils of great "kills," trophies of some romanticized nineteenth-century ideal of intrepid adventuring. You go places, you conquer things, you put them over your breakfast table or before your fireplace to teach all the other wildlife roaming through Dallas who's boss.
|Misako Inaoka, "Light Deer," 2012 Kinetic sculpture Taxidermy foam, motion sensor, light bulb, burlap, and paint 36" x 26" x 19"|
I kid. But, I do often find myself struggling with the idea of taxidermy, in its truest sense. I find it both oddly appealing and upsetting. See, the thing is: I like animals. Like, enough to not want to kill them. The closest I'm getting to a carcass is the food porn over on City of Ate. Which is probably why Misako Inaoka's upcoming exhibition, Muted Imprints, appeals to the very specific and not-at-all-Freudian taste I've outlined here. Inaoka creates breathtaking and gut-wrenching animal figures that shake one's very understanding of "nature" and "artificiality," that which can be conquered and that which, in return, conquers a viewer.
Opening on Saturday night at Galleri Urbane, her solo exhibition comes to us via Boca and en route to Marfa, and it looks like an utter mind-blower. In the best way imaginable. More »