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| In The Shooting Gallery, three series of birds sit atop long, dock-like platforms, each ceramic and wood fowl sporting a strap-on beak, mutely trying to disguise their identity. The beaks appear improvised - hasty, theatrical substitutes for proper camouflage. “Are the birds for entertainment - part of a carnival game, daring us to find them and shoot them? Or is this a special breeding factory where birds are manufactured for easy hunting?” Each scenario involves a manufactured fiction – the birds are staged, artificial, decoys for the real thing – a characteristic that reflects the quality of our shifting relationship to ideas of nature, adventure and reality. |
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