Walking through Patricia Piccinini’s Melbourne studio is more like wandering through a cabinet of monstrous curiosities than visiting an artist’s workspace.
Observed within: a beast nursing a human child at her breast. Miniature anatomical models. Organic forms mouthing soundless words from the walls. Boxes and boxes of feathers. The severed head of a mannequin child upon a table. An immobile bird of prey made entirely from hair. A baby fused with an egg.
