7/365 “Myself” nr.7, a photo by Luca Rossini on Flickr.
Sony RX1, 35mm f2 Carl Zeiss
ISO64, f/18, 1/125, raw
200W strobe on boom, over subject’s head, 60×60 soft-box
400W strobe between subject and X-ray
I took off the suit, I lost my PhD skin, and I had a look at what’s inside me. What did I see? Just a living human being. Once reduced to the bone, each one of us is just this, an air-breathing, blood-pumping, neuron-spiking, living human being. Sure, that takes into account for a lot of behaviors, but probably to understand the subtle differences that make each person a unique individual it is more important to see what’s around people rather than inside them.
Anyway, let’s take a closer look: I’m a male, 34 years old, healthy but not in great shape, who’s got some issues with one of his lungs a few years ago and had to quit smoking. My heart is certainly pumping blood and my brain is getting the required dose of oxygen right now, and yet nobody can tell for how long this will be the case.
Looking inside me taught me that I’m basically an organic living machine, and that I have to take care of my engine and all the other parts, if I want to ride as long as possible and as good as possible. But it also taught me that I have to live what’s outside more than look at what I have inside, because beyond doing some regular physical activity and having a balanced diet, there isn’t really much else I can do for my body, while by engaging the world there are a lot of things I can enrich myself with.
Because I’m not a body, I am each and every interaction this body has with the world and with the people who populates it.