"A collection of close-up images of weathered bones - remains of cattle, elk, and deer skeletons gathered from the desert of the American West - Mystic Bones suggests ways in which natural processes can be thought of as art, and bones as art objects. Bones paradoxically embody both the personal and the impersonal - at one time they are our very substance, but eventually they become our last remnants, anonymous, memorializing oblivion - drawing us, as Taylor writes, elsewhere. To follow their traces beyond the edge of the human is to wander into ageless times and open spaces where everything familiar becomes strange."--book jacket.
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