The Schiele Museum of Natural History and Planetarium
Sarah Esocoff
I.
I observe with lack of stoicism an alligator snapping turtle lifting her heavy feet. There are snakes who cannot uncoil themselves —I think of driving, when I can’t straighten my legs— birds that cannot fly, a “gator” in a handspan of water, these exist beside their own dead. Squeak and Wanda watch a television program: “Bison is a white man’s word.” Through experience we know what it took to build it. What will it take to maintain? II. In this exhibit look for elements of pride: I think that I would like to make the dioramas that house the stuffed ones. I note the clean plastic that is water and frost. The leaves cut from polyester, the batting snow. Most painful are moments where the artist has tried to manufacture urgency: a duck half-submerged, beak open to clamp fish. Dust settles around its entry point. The spheres forming its splash have yellowed with time. Thus being, says the plaque, Thus being, I go. |