For several years I’ve been drawing human skulls with a sense of detachment- I considered them interesting subjects for study and actively tried to disassociate them from humanity. Following the death of a girlfriend, I set out to examine some of the more horrible facets of medical science with a focus on the treatment of the female body in the field of medical research in an effort to try to better understand death and inure myself to some of the more upsetting aspects of life. I drew the damaged reproductive organs of many long-dead women in the Hunterian museum to this end, trying to capture the finest detail I could. But I found that the closer I looked and the more detail I tried to render accurately and passively, the less resemblance the images had to their subjects, becoming flat and toneless, almost abstract. Because without context, depth, perspective, they didn’t mean anything.