"It was in that moment, the moment of complete disgust with the self, for having birthed her could not have been more vile, that she learned the transparency of her skin. She learned to protest and reject her body as if it had betrayed her. She abhorred her reflection and became the other. She purged all security to become a separate bag of skin. The ultimate rejection, coming into one's own. The only contact between reality and the body through a perverse fluctuation between the edges of present slippages of certainty. The ability to relinquish one's own flesh and become vulnerable. There is no delineation between art and reality nor security within the walls of its teaching. We cannot accept our sight as true until we abolish the denial of our preoccupation with the fracturing of the mind and body."