{"id":60550,"date":"2005-08-18T15:21:47","date_gmt":"2005-08-18T13:21:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lesaint.abvent.com\/?post_type=serie&p=60550"},"modified":"2021-03-30T18:12:51","modified_gmt":"2021-03-30T16:12:51","slug":"safari-2005","status":"publish","type":"serie","link":"https:\/\/agencevu.com\/en\/serie\/safari-2005\/","title":{"rendered":"Safari, 2005"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Safari, 2005<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div><\/section>\n

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These exquisite still-lifes, taken in Nairobi when Manit was invited to teach a workshop there, exude a quality of absurdity and sadness. <\/p>\n

\u201cAs a foreigner, I was always accosted by touts to go on safari tours,\u201d he says.  \u201cBut to me, the word \u2018safari\u2019 conjures up visions of white big game hunters; it\u2019s designed for tourists on a colonial fantasy. I feel uncomfortable with such a vision of Africa.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/section><\/div>

\u201cThen I saw these stuffed animals in the museum, and they were so sad, with their glass eyes and painted backdrops of the African bush.  They were killed then they were stuffed and posed as living animals in glass-boxed painted jungles.  It\u2019s laughable that so much effort has been put into recreating an illusion of life. <\/p>\n

\u201cSo this was my African safari, a safari in a city museum.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div><\/section><\/div>

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