I like to cut (up) and stitch myself (together) in the night...
I actually don't, but I wanted to call this piece that. "Lacerations" cropped up just as I was typing it out.
I'll say this now and I know it may be hard to believe, but this is really my skin, although what you see here is mostly down to photography execution... Can anybody guess what body part this is of?
What were your first thoughts when you saw this?
I would also like to link and quote `StJoan
's poem titled Scars
, because it's a beautiful piece that links to this photo in a way:To paint me in perfection
would you include the scars?
Or would my skin be smooth
and even as caramel and twice as sweet?
Loving me would be loving them
and imperfections would be glorious
flames of beauty that shape
In paints, pastels or pencil
they would be there