The Exhibition of My Beauty
The Exhibition, the grand birth of my conception. This is my off spring, it is the most beautiful thing I have created, it stands for so much, it exposes a little bit of what I am, what's inside me. I'm not sure where to start, I will apologize for the quite frankly duff pictures of my work, they are the only ones I have, which hurts me some what.
I'll start with Plastic Surgery, one segment of the whole. I know at the very beginning Freaks was what I had in mind, and indeed Freaks is what I did, but I wanted to go further, I mean, just look at the plastic surgery world, I'm not on about the healing side of things, nor the day to day reconstructive stuff that is often misconceived as plastic surgery. No, I'm on about the big stuff, the dramatic image changing stuff, and before the band wagons start rolling, I'm not slagging of plastic surgery, I'm neither for it nor against it. I'm after the people that see nothing but beauty in heavily modified bodies and nothing but disgust and shame over the people who were born with differences. This will be quite confusing until I try to explain this.
You see, my question that I put across in my work is, 'Why does the world glorify adjusting a body to such extremes that it is in all honesty, no longer what could be perceived as normal, but when you are born with extreme, or even just minor differences, you're not glorified, most of the time you are not even treated like a human?' I know that the world is far from what it was regarding they way people look and they way they are treated, but you still get this idea drummed about what is beautiful, and what isn't.
The baby on the floor is No.2 of a collection of three, sadly I only have No.1 in my possession as 2 and 3 were stolen whilst in a place I rather foolishly trusted, and no longer visit.
They started life as casts of my childhood dolls remains. Then I took multiple casts from those and did some plastic surgery of my own, I must say though, it is more Frankenstein-esque, than Dr. Expertatimplants-esque. In my eyes, beautiful, I love them, and miss them, some of you may thing it silly to fall in love with an inanimate object, well, that's your beliefs, I however don't think it so.
The Specimen Jars
I wanted jars of organs and spare parts, so that's what I did. Since I had used most of my small dolls, I bought a set of triplets, and adjusted them, broke limbs, burnt/melted bits off, shaved their heads, removed some eyes, cut holes with scalpels, stitched some up, then jammed them into a jar and them filled it with vinegar. As for the organs, I bought some livers, hearts and kidneys from the butchers, and some shell fish from a supermarket, popped them in some jars, and added clear vinegar.
That is my baby No.3, the smallest and weakest of the lot. It hurts me a lot to think how I let her get stolen, I feel all clogged up inside, and have that feeling that I could cry. She only has one arm too.
The bottle and tube behind her are my liposuction equipment, complete with removed lipo juice from my patient. It tasted very yummy when fresh.
Here you can see the top half of my very beautiful patient, a few of my tools and one of my assistant nurses. The patient was very good, kept very still through out the whole thing.
In that little dish is a face skin.
Here we have a better shot of whats going on. The tube leading to the drip tray was responsible for keeping control of where the blood went. The one nurse to the left was dealing with a little personally sucked lipo. The patient had her stomach cut open, a spot of work on her chest, and few other nips marked up to be worked on.
