A few years ago, artists seized upon death as their life saver. Equipped with anatomical and histological atlases, they began disemboweling their nudes, poking about in their entrails, dumping out onto their canvases he battered ugliness of our embarassing bits and pieces, so rightly hidden by skin from everyday view.










































































































































































































































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