Body Entanglement #3 Print

I've begun wonder what it will mean when we shed our physical bodies altogether. What do we embody then?: A manifestation of expression, an extension of the forgotten face, the still hoped for heart. I am currently interested in seeing that yet unseen fate of the bodyburden re-purposed, the possibility of the human form yet to come, sex-driven sexless, when we might invent our self-image unhindered by vanity, to become an amorphous expression (or series of them) informed only by emotion, which is, I believe, the entanglement and conflict of (at least) two impulses, sometimes opposing, sometimes rhyming aslant: love and fear; hate and triumph; desire and inhibition; and so on. The resulting form, at least as it looks to me from my view in the most recessed corner of my home where I sling my paint, is not unlike the dreamvision creatures of our ancients, the ghosts or our personal mythologies who wear their ghosthood only to obfuscate their true identity as pure reflection.