This is a photograph of what is supposed to be a "body sculpture". Originally it was supposed to have a ritual attached to it, why it exists, what it is used for...but I think now that it's crossed over through development into more of an "other" category. In the literary sense, that this sculpture that I have to wear represents my "other" in despair. Kind of demure and maybe even juvenile.. but very much how I feel about recent events in my life.
The sculpture is confining and limiting, it keeps you blind...blah blah blah.