The act of scanning every inch and detail of her body with a scanner make me ponder of how much we struggle with our Identity and how often in everyday life we forget what an extraordinary machine our body is and how miraculous life itself is.

There's a curious focus on the 'cage of flesh' before delving into the interior: our blood, fluids, brain, DNA, heart and the act of breathing.

Our body must be loved; we must be great friends to it. It is our home. 

Our body is in our service continuously, day in and day out: digesting, transforming our food into blood, eliminating dead cells from the body, and replenishing it with new oxygen. How many times do we forget about this?

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Artist E. Hellis

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<< when people see my flesh, I hope maybe they think about their own,

their own flesh pressed up against a glass ,and

see how they really are >>

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