Taxidermy is LearningAs I sit here, an inexperienced newbie when it comes to taxidermy, I can't help but feel amazed. I carefully make each stitch, one-by-one, into the hide of a once-living fox. With each and every stitch, after carefully clearing the fur out of the way, I can't help but to feel proud.
But there's more than that. There's more than just the simple pride in my newly-started work. There's the subject itself. This magnificent creature, still beautiful in its death. As I work along its leg, I can't help but be in awe as its original form becomes somewhat revealed. I bend its wrist, experience from photos telling me where it is. Even without any bones I can still see how this fox once moved, and it is wonderful to be able to know and witness such a thing.
With each stitch I move along further now. The hairs become longer, the fur becomes harder for me to see past, the coat grows thicker. Before I knew that the leg hair was shorter than that on the body. But being forced to work up-close like th
Why I Like Taxidermy-Pelts-FurIt's Spring time...when everything starts coming to life, having babies, and bloom. It looks absolutely beautiful out, and I'm seeing the world a bit through rose-colored lenses. As I looked in awe at the simplest things today, I was thinking why I like fur so much.Why I Like Taxidermy-Pelts-Fur4 years ago in Articles & Interviews
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