This is beautiful and terrifying. I've always been entranced with my own veins - where especially delicate, my skin is quite translucent. I also am endlessly fascinated by the miracle that bodies exist, that we are these insanely complex organic machines, so powerful [and ultimately so vulnerable], so complicated, the function alone exquisite but also with so much potential for somehow extra-corporeal grace. "This works," I'll think at time, just gazing from crook to fingertips. When I used to run I'd often think "go, perfect human machine, go!"
At the same time, the almost-bruising effect of the veins reminds me of pallor mortis on its way to livor mortis. Which is interesting in conjunction with how porcelain and pure - non-corporeal, extra-corporeal - she is.
It really is something. I share your thinking completely. We are frail and gorgeous. It's shocking how well we work, and it becomes many orders of magnitude more shocking when you discover that that same frail complexity carries on into the cellular and sub-cellular.
If you'd ever like to see your veins, let me know. I bet your statue costuming would look gorgeous next to vascular webs.
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At the same time, the almost-bruising effect of the veins reminds me of pallor mortis on its way to livor mortis. Which is interesting in conjunction with how porcelain and pure - non-corporeal, extra-corporeal - she is.
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If you'd ever like to see your veins, let me know. I bet your statue costuming would look gorgeous next to vascular webs.
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