Lost bodies always seeked, compared body pieces, arms legs and organs lined up for inspection, objects of curiosity for the "cabinets de curiosité", precursor of today's museums, life questioned by death. Bodies in tainted wax, maps of the veins, radiography of translucid bodies, the fragile skin, to see through the body's transparencies, the wax extending the fugitive vision of the dissection. Reading the body, transcribing, possessing, comprehending, idealising, discarding, losing the body. Time leaves its trace and the body evolves, dissolves, disappears. We're remaining in the search for the body, his, somebody else's or his doppelgängers, its mirror, its shadow. The hidden side, the other side of the mirror. Fragmentation of the body always questioned as in Shakespeare's "The Merchant of Venice" : Tell me, where is the fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head ? - Patricia Erbelding, october 1997
