"I now give you my word of honor," he went on, "that the picture your city owns shows everything about life which truly matters, with nothing left out. It is a picture of the awareness of every animal. It is the immaterial core of every animal - the 'I am' to which all messages are sent. It is all that is alive in any of us - in a mouse, in a deer, in a cocktail waitress. It is unwavering and pure, no matter what preposterous adventure may befall us. A sacred picture of Saint Anthony alone is one vertical, unwavering band of light. If a cockroach were near him, or a cocktail waitress, the picture would show two such bands of light. Our awareness is all that is alive and maybe sacred in any of us. Everything else about us is dead machinery."
~the artist Rabo Karabekian from Kurt Vonnegut's Breakfast of Champions
A candidate for the Memento Mori show at AC.
I picked a rat for this one because they're often considered junk/pest/throw-away animals. Also in honor of my own deceased pet, Ratty, a gigantic brown dumbo. He was a rescue with wry neck. Rats are not my ideal pet and we weren't that particularly close but I still wept hysterically when he died because of that loss of consciousness. Destined to live all of two and a half years (an average life for a rat), he was nevertheless his own little person with his own intentions and his own personality.
And then Kurt Vonnegut because, c'mon.... Kurt Vonnegut