Corpse

When I was making this, I was recalling some extremely morbid thoughts I never thought I would voluntarily go back to. Not only my own struggle with objectification plays into this, but other women's too. While guys might be judging specific parts of me, I know other girls are judged upon things I've never dealt with, such as being overweight. Part of me is extremely glad to be going to a school where the population is overwhelmingly girls because I don't have to gawked at. The pain that comes with being bullied, rated or rejected (whether it be romantic or friendly) as a person based off of looks alone takes its toll. It's depressing, and knowing that I or someone else has to deal with that every single day eats away at me. People are like endless books, and you should not be judging their covers. So with art on the topic of depression, came the extreme: suicide. Because when you're dead, people aren't checking you out to see if you have a nice ass. You're considered a corpse. You aren't pieces anymore. Just one corpse. Ironic, because a corpse is actually considered an object unlike the living human beings our culture likes to dissect apart. Anyway, the main point is that this person has written their suicide note on their body like they were paper to get the point of objectification across. I really have a connection with hands, so I focused on that part.