Polymorphous Proxies (2016)
I can't recall a single person of the tens of thousands of whom I have met, that was completly happy with their apperance. Even some of the most physically beautiful people seem to obsess over the minutest flaw. Where has this movement from essence to surface arisen from, and where is it headed.
It's almost like we are being led step by step to somewhere.
A synthetic Proxy explores fluidity of its form, building outwards from its male gaze. A poem written incorporating the language of code and classes.