We lie in the arms of our ancestors. Our genes and very DNA replicated from what went before. No human is unique, just a variation. what variations are allowed? Hormones released and our form determined.
I troubled on many variations of this theme…scratching at the very fabric of myself.
How much is predetermined?
These images don’t resolve it, they stand as a mixture of investigation and confusion; naked and exposed.
Perhaps it will become a moat point?
