New Job, Meet Old Job

I'm dissecting this cat. We named her "Mabel." Immersed in distinguishing the different muscle groups on the first day, I forgot that she was once, well, a cat. Taking pictures of the different muscles on the second day, without any dissection gloves on, I was sadly reminded of this. Looking up from Mabel to another table, I saw this:

I stood transfixed. Too real. My kitty-loving heart sank.

Amy Stein's "Domesticated"

Just got an email from the ClampArt Gallery in Chelsea about this woman's work. I really like her "Domesticated" series, which is being exhibited there until the end of the month (seems like they sent the email out kinda late). The images have this great tension between planned and unplanned, man and animal. They seem almost staged or controlled somehow, but the viewer has to presume that the images reflect "true" moments because animals are the subjects. Visually stunning and wonderfully narrative stuff (see: "Trasheaters," "Roman Candle" and "Backyard").

Note: The Stein connection is coincidental.

hey, i know that guy

and, the people i see

welcome home, jesse