Kunstkaart

We radiate energy, we produce heat, we foster life in us. But the raw materials of the body aren't the source of the energy, not the life which they seem to carry. The body is just a residence for something that's beyond it's limits. A recognizable form given for the daily miracle of our existence. I explore meat to understand my own flesh better. Does my flesh recognize the meat? Does it feel a similarity with it, an unspoken understanding..? If I would slice myself into pieces, would I look the same?