My teeth as a flag
2025
My teeth as a flag
My teeth as a flag is a visualisation of metabolic politics.
My teeth as a flag
My teeth as a flag is a visualisation of metabolic politics.
I used to think of myself as solid, as definable. I saw my skin as a border between what I called me and the world, I was a united nation.
Coming to terms with my own edibility, I accepted a spiritual understanding of the fact that we are constantly shapeshifting into each others bodies.
When I eat, my body merges with the other, borders between inside and outside fade, identities collide, life and death unify. By eating, I appropriate some else's material, make it my own, I sacrifice its existence for my own, with the fundamental contract that my faith is no different than of what I consume.
Coming to terms with my own edibility, I accepted a spiritual understanding of the fact that we are constantly shapeshifting into each others bodies.
When I eat, my body merges with the other, borders between inside and outside fade, identities collide, life and death unify. By eating, I appropriate some else's material, make it my own, I sacrifice its existence for my own, with the fundamental contract that my faith is no different than of what I consume.
My teeth as a flag
My teeth as a flag is a visualisation of metabolic politics.
I used to think of myself as solid, as definable. I saw my skin as a border between what I called me and the world, I was a united nation.
Coming to terms with my own edibility, I accepted a spiritual understanding of the fact that we are constantly shapeshifting into each others bodies.
When I eat, my body merges with the other, borders between inside and outside fade, identities collide, life and death unify. By eating, I appropriate some else's material, make it my own, I sacrifice its existence for my own, with the fundamental contract that my faith is no different than of what I consume.
Coming to terms with my own edibility, I accepted a spiritual understanding of the fact that we are constantly shapeshifting into each others bodies.
When I eat, my body merges with the other, borders between inside and outside fade, identities collide, life and death unify. By eating, I appropriate some else's material, make it my own, I sacrifice its existence for my own, with the fundamental contract that my faith is no different than of what I consume.
My teeth, the last remaining thing to trace my identity with when I die, are perishable like nations. The flag represents the comfortable illusion of devisions and borders.
