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Though not the way you think of them.
My coworker tipped me off to them -- she's recently discovered a crippling phobia of furless animals, and like any reasonable person with a fresh scab, she just couldn't stop picking at it. So, in her travels on the internet, she ran into this:
http://www.roslynoxley9.com.au/artists/31/Patricia_Piccinini/249/34965/
It's a sculpture from an Australian artist who wanted to talk about the dangers of splicing human-animal DNA. There are other fairly disturbing images in there (including a meerkat/man, just for you![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
silver_raccoon), but this seems to be the thing that draws the most attention.
The sculpture is admittedly hideous, but also fascinating. Yes, the figure is hideous, but there's something about the activity. This may be me being a giant weirdo, but it's hard to feel too negative towards a mother feeding her children. It's an unnatural creature doing this basic, natural thing. It stirs up immediate revulsion, then confusion, then a kind of sympathy, compassion, more confusion, and a weariness. Even though your initial impulse is to look away, you just can't.
I find myself looking at all the detail work; the anatomy really is very impressive. I think if furries were to *actually* exist (and I mean, furred and looking the way we draw porn of them and all), chances are we'd find a way to be dissatisfied with them. The actual experience could never match the fantasies we've built in our heads. We're in love with an idea, but if ever that idea took some sort of solid form, we'd have to find some other thing to idealize. Because that's just how we work.
I'm working on a much longer post that won't be done for a little while.
My coworker tipped me off to them -- she's recently discovered a crippling phobia of furless animals, and like any reasonable person with a fresh scab, she just couldn't stop picking at it. So, in her travels on the internet, she ran into this:
http://www.roslynoxley9.com.au/artists/31/Patricia_Piccinini/249/34965/
It's a sculpture from an Australian artist who wanted to talk about the dangers of splicing human-animal DNA. There are other fairly disturbing images in there (including a meerkat/man, just for you
silver_raccoon), but this seems to be the thing that draws the most attention. The sculpture is admittedly hideous, but also fascinating. Yes, the figure is hideous, but there's something about the activity. This may be me being a giant weirdo, but it's hard to feel too negative towards a mother feeding her children. It's an unnatural creature doing this basic, natural thing. It stirs up immediate revulsion, then confusion, then a kind of sympathy, compassion, more confusion, and a weariness. Even though your initial impulse is to look away, you just can't.
I find myself looking at all the detail work; the anatomy really is very impressive. I think if furries were to *actually* exist (and I mean, furred and looking the way we draw porn of them and all), chances are we'd find a way to be dissatisfied with them. The actual experience could never match the fantasies we've built in our heads. We're in love with an idea, but if ever that idea took some sort of solid form, we'd have to find some other thing to idealize. Because that's just how we work.
I'm working on a much longer post that won't be done for a little while.
