Art history ruminations from a waterfowl. Honk honk.
This is the work that transformed my view of Hirst when I saw it in the Pop Life exhibit at the National Gallery of Canada. It filled me with gleeful joy as it fulfilled my girlhood dreams of finally seeing a “real” unicorn and yet it simultaneously made me really sad as reality set in; its a dead foal in a tank with some gold foil tacked to it. These two feelings created some kind of eerie sublime effect that I found really moving and beautiful. I am not sure of Hirst’s intentions but to me, it kind of symbolized the death of childhood. Pictures really do not do it justice.