Our bodies are made of matter, fragments and flesh that were once from the soil. It is a cycle that is bound to all our bones and being. The fleeting moments we have are precious. Just as we begin to grow, our own impending death dawns upon us. And yet this miracle given to us is often clouded by the shadows of fabricated societal desires; a need to objectify and idolise illusive moulds of the human form. We become tormented by these manifestations, troubled by our anxieties, wishing to alter and sculpt ourselves in order to coincide with wavering social ideals.
However, we should challenge these imposed thoughts, as it is our unique builds and differing nature that makes us significant. We each hold an abundance of humanity within each and every one of ourselves. Each freckle, stretch mark, skin blemish should be embraced as anomalies, special to a certain individual. But inevitably, our vessels we reside within become frail and weak, rendering our fixations on sexualised figures as irrelevant when we all are merely mortal.
However, we should challenge these imposed thoughts, as it is our unique builds and differing nature that makes us significant. We each hold an abundance of humanity within each and every one of ourselves. Each freckle, stretch mark, skin blemish should be embraced as anomalies, special to a certain individual. But inevitably, our vessels we reside within become frail and weak, rendering our fixations on sexualised figures as irrelevant when we all are merely mortal.
‘CHRYSALIS’, is a set of images, crafted into an assortment of photo books, that explores some of life’s absurdities, and its organic and cyclical nature. Moreover, it intersects these ideas of nature with a discussion on the misrepresentations of the human body, and utilises its palpability to contort and distort previous ideas of how we objectify our forms, perhaps even emulating and interacting with our ecosystems. By altering the human body within this series, it proposes how many of societies’ imposed views of beauty and identity are irrelevant. After all, no matter how we present ourselves and perform in front of each other, we cannot escape our reality. I hope that this finished work, will allow audiences to recognise inherent fears and acknowledge the lack thereof to objectify others, and ourselves, as our bodies are fragile and beautiful vessels that also have expiration dates.
