She has become something extraordinarily beautiful.
Darkness and shadow.
Light and color.
She enters the world of the painter Turner.
She is totally infected and enters the world of pus.
What if your own self appears within the space that is your own body?
Here, something impossible should become reality.
Your eyes flip back and look inside your self.
Who is the person that is looking at you
which is searching for your shadow within yourself?
Pain becomes flesh, which in turn forms the body.
Flesh is crying on its own.
Nothing can be done.