THE PLACE WHERE RIVERS AND VEINS MEET

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"I always saw the body as a mistake until I accepted that nature never draws fixed lines."

A PROJECT BORN FROM THE ARTIST'S EXPERIENCE WITH BODY DYSMORPHIC DISORDER

Ana Pais

Multidisciplinary Contemporary Artist

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(This project was NOT created using Artificial Intelligence.)

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THE BEAUTY OF DECAY

A gaze upon the impermanence of the body, where form dissolves and landscape emerges.

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The seed

It was not under a natural order, yet the seed was planted. Premeditated and carefully chosen by others, it was absorbed by me. The choice of the seed, its type, was not mine. It emerged as a necessity that arose as an external imposition.

Over time, I watered, nurtured, and most importantly, fed that seed so it became a part of me. This element was unknown to me at first, and my body did not assimilate it, but it was admired by others.

It was those others who, by shaping me, traced the contours of something I did not yet recognize. But it was within me that the essence was born, taking shape not through what was imposed upon me, but through what I transformed.

Little by little, the root embedded itself, adjusted to my skin, learned my curves and my gestures .
What was once foreign became familiar, until I no longer knew where the imposition ended and where, in truth, it had always been mine.

Metaf-01

The body and the earth share the same language: valleys that follow the curvature of the skin, mountains that rise as bony densities in rock. Through the erosion of time, both dissolve and reinvent themselves.

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The skin cracks like dry soil, stretch marks trace the earth’s topography, wrinkles carve time into flesh like extinct rivers in the landscape. The body is inhabited soil, sculpted by the passage of days.

The body and the territory shape each other, in a cycle of transformation where form dissolves and reforms, echoing the impermanence of matter.

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THE BEAUTY OF DECAY

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