Indeterminate Romance post #10: the flesh of a cyborg

Here is a dance very much at the intersection of machine and person. The movement is my own. A machine "watched" me dance and showed my dance to me in the body of digital avatar. The faces are my faces, haphazardly shrinkwrapped to the avatar's head and to each other. The right arm is a 3D scan of a plaster cast of my own arm made for me by Rosie Joy Nay. Copies of copies of copies. Even the texture of the avatar is recycled from the texture of my face and hair.

This is a sketch of an idea. But already I see the cyborg wearing my skin. I see my body in the body of the cyborg, differently fleshed, differently sexed, an exploration of gender and identity.