She is so still and holds herself in such a way that I lose sense of her wholeness. She has become something abstract, a body disconnected and reconnected in a manner utterly foreign, but completely wonderful. Wait. I see one leg, suspended. And then another, at rest. What is she? Where does she begin, end? My senses confounded, I focus where I can: the meeting of her legs.
This is my studio for exploring my work. Consider these drafts.