We sense the reality of something precious and mysterious, which reaches out to us with a claim that is in some way not of this world.
This is no longer a person, but the 'mortal remains' of a person. And this thought fills us with a sense of the uncanny.
The body is being reclaimed for this world, by the rituals which acknowledge that it also stands apart from it.
The human form is sacred for us because it bears the stamp of our embodiment.
Beauty, Roger Scruton
Botanical traces with leper graves
Cyanotype material on paper 1400x2400cm