This project was inspired by one of the drawings found in Andreas Vesalius’s De Humani Corporis Fabrica, a book of new knowledge for its contemporaries, of brazing challenge to the establishment, of arresting illustrations of the bare human body in the most vulnerable, borderline lifeless states. A book published in 1543, in Basel, the same year Copernicus’s landmark study in astronomy De revolutionibus orbium coelestium was printed, the first ever argument that Earth was not the center of the universe. In the same realm of man becoming the center of human discovery, as the measure of all things, as God’s supreme, most perfect creation, in the midst of Renaissance, Andreas Vesalius, a twenty-eighth year old male, a dwarf, a virgin, and a physician who insisted on doing his own dissections instead of relying on naive barbers, scrutinized ancient texts of anatomy and compared them with freshly dissected human bodies in front of his eyes, searching for the mystery of his own ailment, own revenge, or own establishment, and published a book that forever changed the field of medicine.

The act of human dissection involved blood, lymph, unpleasant smells and sights. The dissection needed to be done fast, in a hurry, as the bodies quickly rotted under the starching midday sun. At the end, the cutout body parts were either thrown to dogs under the table or given a proper burial with much remorse, depending on the local traditions and ceremonies. The entirety of these actions completed a ritualistic decorum of the unfolding spectacle. They were messy encounters of a violent nature. An open, cut out body would rightly feel as harmed and vandalized. And what seemed to have repaired this feeling of damaging something sacrosanct and forbidden was the performance of the dissector himself in extracting the essence of knowledge from these pieces. Downloading the entirety of knowledge contained within, it was almost like the dissector with his fingers deep into the viscera of the body, was adjudicating and absolving the guilt associated with such a profane act. In his arrestive book it seemed as if Vesalius was transferring the open body laying cut at his fingertips into a body of anatomical knowledge in a written form. He in fact used to suspend these corpses vertically during his dissections as it was easier to manipulate them, and what he ultimately seemed to have revealed during his dissections was not only the open corpses on display but also himself doing the showing of them. These acts became representational and performative at the same time. The one who was showing was himself caught up in the act of being shown. The “body” that the anatomist was exhibiting was both his own and that of the cadaver: two standing bodies, next to each other, completing themselves into the other.

There were six illustrations about the muscles in this book, initially cut in pear wood, a material commonly used to construct flutes and violins. Six drawings sawn parallel to wood grains, then inked pressed into the papers, demonstrating a stepwise dissection of the body, with layers of the muscles being sliced away, one by one, all the way to the bones. Single, Contrapposto, full page drawings of muscular bodies in different stages of decaying and being taken apart. Four of them still retaining faces reflecting the skies above, placed amid calm Padua hills, flowers and trees, slowly being disassembled by an invisible hand, by the steel of a knife cutting away, layer by layer, ignoring warm dripping out liquids from the body, nearing the bones, page by page, towards nothingness. All stances of serenity, acceptance, generosity, despite belonging to a body incompatible with life. Stances above the fame, names, politics, textual description, and exhaustive explanations. Stances imagined and drawn by anonymous artists with no claim for renown. 

And one of the four, the most dissected, decayed, chest emptied, almost genderless, stands as almost the quintessential Vesalius mold and is the inspiration for Cor Fabrica - a still recognizable human face on an extremely deconstructed human body. On one side, the mark of humanity in front of adversity, and on the other, the pushed to the extreme layered dissected body as the mark of looking for deep within, for the abyss and portal to oneself - as Vesalius’s own, a young man overarching his intentions towards dimensions above, above the possibility and into the realm of potentiality within. As deep as the hands could have ploughed in, a transference of flesh, bile, and sin took place, cutting and taking apart, bloodying white sheets in the search for a felt, but oh so ephemeral, presence of self. A presence transgressing through times, centuries beyond, eyelids blinking together in the suds of exhaustion, heat, and knifes dripping amidst, seeping roots into a future past, manifesting a body now matched in front of our eyes, a mirror thru times.