A tough look at dead animals in hunt crazed Germany

BERLIN, GERMANY

Liz and Lee Heidhues

November 23, 2023

Nasan Tur. HUNTED at the Berlinische Galerie.

We were stopped dead in our tracks when we walked into a cavernous room at the Berlinische Galerie and saw four animal carcasses splayed across the floor.

Imagine the adrenaline rush.

A young man. One of the few to view The HUNTED at the Berlinische Galerie.

Nasan Tur has created a very sobering exhibit titled HUNTED.

Why does mankind kill for sport?

It shows the agony of the animals. The helplessness.

The HUNTED.

What stops animals from killing humans while humans have willfully killed animals for centuries worldwide?

Nasan Tur interviewed several German forestmeisters whose job was to kill animals. Deer. Foxes. Boar. Predator birds.

Ask five people why they kill animals. The listener will hear five different answers.

The landscape of The HUNTED by Nasan Tur

All the hunters except one explained and rationalized their professional addiction to the HUNTED.

For many hunters it is a stress relief. It allows the predatory hunters to share a sense of camaraderie and shared values in the HUNTED.

The HUNTED and its unsuspecting prey. The fox.

The hunters essential pastime is killing unsuspecting animals. The hunters wait sometimes for hours to slaughter their unsuspecting prey.

The hunters in the HUNTED consider it an enjoyable hobby.

How can anyone who kills an unsuspecting fawn enjoy the HUNTED?

A fawn. Slaughtered in The HUNTED

One forestmeister was unable to engage in the kill. He was ridiculed and vilified by his comrades.

The exercise of killing and rationales for its legitimacy requires mental gymnastics and torturous logic. How much violence do we harbor within us. How is it triggered.

A slain bird on the floor of The Berlinische Galerie.

We had gone to the Berlinische Galerie to tour the feature exhibit. Room after room of Edvard Munch artwork. Which was literally standing room only. The HUNTED room was almost totally ignored.

The bodies of the lifeless carcasses were out of place in the minds of the predominately baby boomers viewing Edvard Munch.

It’s fair to presume a number of Edvard Munch visitors have, and still do, participate in The HUNTED.

The HUNTED. The boar.