When browsing Internet
I found this photo:
My first reaction
was ..how cute!
These are not mascots, but
stuffed dead animals!
Taxidermy was really popular
in Victorian times
and Walter Potter
was first in this field.
I feel like under some strange charm right now.
It is like balancing on the line between life and death.
But in fact it is my only my own subjective feeling, because
beauty does not know such boundaries.
It is exactly what Lestat called
as Savage Garden.
In spite of all the refinements of civilization that conspired to make art -
the dizzying perfection of the string quartet
or the sprawling grandeur of Fragonard's canvases
- beauty was savage.
It was as dangerous and lawless as the earth had been eons
before man had one single coherent thought in his head
or wrote codes of conduct on tablets of clay.
Beauty was a Savage Garden.
No matter how much
we do not want to approve it
it is beautiful-