As we are growing in numbers, we move from moving mountains to being mountains.
“I see the body as a vehicle that is gradually worn down by age, carrying the scars of our journey through this life like a map. Whether they are looked after, abused, adored, drawn on, pampered or poisoned, they are often a record of how we have lived, and therefore offer an alternate form of portraiture. The external view of ourselves in this way becomes a more abstract and intimate reflection of ourselves, and when given a sense of place, it plays on the idea of the inner space in which we dwell,” Warner says.
Whatever, really, but this is cool stuff my buddily earthlings.