Who said the body is a finished thing?
Is it not bone, flesh, and skin making up a head, a torso, arms and legs? Under certain gazes, it loses its humanity when cut in pieces or moved about. In my projects, the body is the material. I use it the way that others use paint for canvases, never considering it a finished and immutable, but something subject to change.
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