What lies beyond flesh

After having seen countless works of art, between sculpture and painting, on my recent trip to Europe I was able to realize the search for perfection that human beings have embarked on throughout history. The need to understand meat as a container that houses something else, something that does not belong to this world but is waiting, and is ready to transcend this earthly space. Flesh is pain and suffering in the eyes of the one who is here, in this existence, on this plane, but it must be pure and perfect in order to be a good container for the "soul". I find in this dichotomy a particular interest... if flesh is not necessary in this existence, then what are we? As much as religions make us reflect on this, we can also come to understand that this "flesh" is our only relationship with the concepts of identity that make us individuals and that, consequently, makes us special in some way. So, perhaps without our physical being we are creatures that transcend? Or is it that perhaps our fear of death leads us to think that we are more than just living beings in an immense world. We are mysterious beings, beings with indecipherable worlds that exist in the metaphysical planes created in our minds and deep within our subconscious. Where the physical stops having rules and where our search for beauty and perfection will probably not be as we understand it. These creatures define that, the confusion and mystery found in the quest to achieve the impossible.