At what point does strictly doodling on a page to appreciate its abstract, 2D qualities become drawing a disturbingly 3d image of extreme bodily distortion? I think the answer to that question lies somewhere in the image above. I'm playing around here with how to transform some of my absent minded sketching into realistic renderings of body chaos. The idea is that imagining our bodies transformed into geometry or flattened into abstraction is more horrific than the usual lumps and tentacles (and there are plenty of those here, too!). We'll see, won't we.