Secrets of the flesh….a book I saw while shooting my mum’s art piece.
I think “secrets” extends beyond simply the tangible–what we see, the way the breast perks, the leathery palm, the scars…but rather the way those tangible objects interact with the mind. What does that ass make me think when I see it? What’s the story behind the crooked finger? How many other people have grasped that pelvic muscle the way I am?
The tangible is easy – the secret is how we relate with it