Once, walking back from school, I found a dead sparrow and took it home with me. My mom screamed when she found it lying on the floor of my pink-and-white bedroom. The bird was buried in the backyard.You can read the whole nuanced, thoughtful and spot-on piece--one of my favorite articles yet written about the Morbid Anatomy Library--by clicking here. You can find out more about the Morbid Anatomy Library by clicking here.
Joanna Ebenstein did the same thing when she was growing up, but her dad gave her a bottle of formaldehyde and her bedroom filled with animals in jars. Her collection has only grown since then, becoming what’s now the Morbid Anatomy Library: a cramped studio in Brooklyn, New York, filled with emu feet, mummified frogs, a human skeleton, and books upon books about death, medicine and science...
--"Death In The Closet: The Morbid Anatomy Library in Brooklyn Breaks Today’s Taboos," Laura Trethewey, The Toronto Standard
Photos: Installation views of the Morbid Anatomy Library by Shannon Taggart.