ilustrations: Andrzej Strumiłło

Heide Hatry

http://www.heidehatry.com/
pictures from here:
http://thephoenix.com/Boston/Arts/77513-Slideshow-Heide-Hatry-at-Pierre-Menard-Gallery/#TOPCONTENT

Pig Skin Portraits by Heide Hatry
I knew there was something strange about these portraits when I first looked at them but I just couldn't figure out what it was. I thought the eyes had a realness about them that is hard to create, which turned out to be partly correct.

The artist Heide Hatry created these weird little creations with animal skin and body parts. So the eyes are real, but they're real pigs eyes. The lips are raw flesh and the skin is from a pig.
http://www.artnewsblog.com

a commentator: OK, this is interesting. I use to work in a funeral home and saw a lot of things, believe me. Despite the visual condition of bodies in all shapes and forms I was not put off due the fact it was EXTREMELY apparent the essence/soul/spirit of each individuals was no longer there, truly. I was affected deeply by the sorrow and anguish each family was experiencing at their loss of a beloved family member, but as far as bodies disturbing me, no. Having written that, viewing what this artist does with the pig flesh and eyes and constructing human form, this is another matter entirely, disturbs me, go figure.

Man eaten by hogs at Oregon farm

Early one morning Oregon Pig farmer, Terry Garner, who lived near the rural town of Riverton in southern Oregon, went to feed his 700-pound hogs. He was never seen alive again.

They are still not sure how the farmer was eaten by his own animals, whether he had a heart attack or whether the hungry pigs attacked him or whether there was some element of foul play at work (attacked by battery farmed hens?)

Many years ago I was staying on my friend's farm in Switzerland and early one morning my friend thought it would be funny to get me to feed the hogs. basically there's only two reasons why people go into the Hog Shed - to feed them or to fetch them to service the sows. You go in there, he's either gonna try to eat you or impregnate you or both in no particular order. I was faced with a Hog suddenly at full stretch on his chain towering above me drooling over me with an almost psycopathic look in his eye, making this most terrifying noise that made Freddy Krueger sound like a Telly Tubbie. I was petrified. I can easily  imagine what happened to Terry Garner.

Fox reports "When he wasn't seen for several hours, a family member went to look for him, and found Garner's dentures on the ground in front of the hog enclosure, which housed several of the animals.While searching the hog enclosure, the family member found Garner's body in several pieces, with a majority of it consumed by the hogs, the district attorney said."

Posted: Oct 01, 2012 11:41 PM Updated: Oct 1, 2012 08:01 PM By FOX 12 Webstaff
http://www.kptv.com/story/19688341/oregon-man-eaten-by-hogs-body-found-in-several-pieces

Trojan has released new ads in their Evolve campaign which loosely translates into ‘men are pigs unless they use a condom, preferably a Trojan.’ Hey, women always complain about being portrayed in sexist and demeaning ways in advertising, so I guess we men can handle it once in a while.

Campaign Credits:
Ad Agency: THE KAPLAN THALER GROUP, USA, New York
Executive Creative Director: Linda Kaplan Thaler
Creative Director: Jason Graff/Whitney Pillsbury
Copywriter: Jason Graff
Art Director: Whitney Pillsbury
Account Supervisor: Brad Kay
the video on youtube

A must see: Ghosts of Cité Soleil, 2006

Directors:
Asger Leth, Milos Loncarevic

Horace - Horaţiu

Citire din DEX: EPICURI DE GREGE PORCUS (lat.) un porc din turma lui Epicur – Horațiu, „Epistulae”, I, IV, 16. Poetul se autodefinește, în glumă, ca adept al doctrinei epicureice. 

1-16 Imagine every hour is your last

Tibullus, sincere judge of my Satires, what shall I

Say you’re doing in your native country at Pedum?

Writing something to outdo Cassius of Parma’s pieces,

Or creeping about silently in healthy woodland,

Thinking of all that belongs to the wise and good?

You were never just a body, lacking in feelings:

The gods gave you beauty, wealth, the art of enjoyment.

What more would a nurse desire for her sweet darling

Than wisdom, the power to express what he feels,

With a generous share of kindness, health and fame,

An elegant mode of life, and no lack of money?

Beset by hopes and anxieties, indignation and fear,

Treat every day that dawns for you as the last.

The unhoped-for hour’s ever welcome when it comes.

When you want to smile then visit me: sleek, and fat

I’m a hog, well cared-for, one of Epicurus’ herd.