a meat world

With titles like 'Kiss the fat' for her paintings that aesthetically glorify meat, Victoria Reynolds seems to emphasize the intricate and sensual beauty of biological material. After the rise of modernism, people evidently became alienated from this, even up to a point where it is a taboo to even speak about such things and feelings of disgust are conditioned into us associated with these realms of perception.



But in the future, the organic will become ours to create, giving us a new toolkit to construct our world with. Already, functioning hearts, livers and fleshly objects alike can be grown on demand from mice cells. It is time we face the perspective that we are just a bunch of cells, like any other organism, and incorporate flesh into our daily awareness.

But besides that, I also find it just a fantastic choice of medium to depict these abstract structures of flesh like a 17th century Baroque oil painting, and shows us how things like nature don't mean much to us anymore. Instead, we came to prefer creating our own world, and in that increasingly match the complexity of the nature that gave rise to our own nascence. I'd say yes to a world made of pulsating, throbbing, interacting and interconnected structures of meat, instead of all this cold concrete we live in now.

Head blob

What's more fun to do at one's birthday than a freestyle drawing...not much I figured, so here's my little multi-interpretable illustration of today. It's something I had in my mind for a while, which lately contains more and more surreal imagery. It probably says a lot about my psyche too, can anybody tell me about that?

Anyway, I'll leave it mostly up to you what this image would mean. I guess I would interpret it as multiple identities becoming holistically interconnected, as if our faces are becoming the synapses of the emerging global brain.