Sting, cut, little hole, milky skin, cold light eyes and yellow teeth. Hair hovering just at that point where the water meets the air, algae-like. Punctum: a tiny opening at the inner corners of the upper and lower lids.
I present to you the marketing of an aggression, though I dare not speak its name. A promise of unopposed carnal knowledge: the images exploring our gaze inviting touch or perhaps taste. The ephemeral and the permanent, being and becoming, life and death, animal and human poised on the threshold rich with longing, where hybrids of mythologies and folklore are awakened.