Donate your body to science and you might end up on some aspiring artist’s canvas. Yesterday we drew skeletons. I have always found bones and skulls very uninspiring, mainly because I looked at them as worn out symbols of commercialised punk and all that.
But now that I had two real skeletons in front of me hanging by wires and threads I suddenly saw the beauty. I was quite taken by all those swirling lines and and organic shapes, and the fact that we all carry such a genius maze-like construction inside of us. Or more accurate: that it actually carries us. It can even move in most ways imaginable. All in all I now think that skeletons are pretty awesome, and I hope you could tell from the drawings.
This man I drew (we concluded it was man because his hips were quite narrow and high up) gave his body to science after he died. I keep thinking he probably hasn’t been watched as closely and carefully during his entire lifetime as after his death, now that he’s an art school model.