A human body wrapped in coloured liquid is a pure form, an alloy of an idea and sensationism. A moment when splashes appear is as short as that of dance, a movement with the proper energy without which a potentiality cannot become a reality. Absence of face is absence of personification, form is universal. Emptiness inside is an illustration of what we are searching for when we realize the inner vacuum, but the outer shell keeps on moving. Read Less