The body is a canvas. Nothing new. Or yes, perhaps. Millenniums painting oneself to exist.
Today, the body is getting it’s make up done in order to disappear.
Lui Bolin giving life to the maxim of Albert Camus in his Rebel: “To be nothing, this is the cry of the spirit weary of its own rebellion”.
But today, Kouhei Nakama goes further. To be nothing is not enough. To be something else, that is the cry of our time.
When the body merges with its environment. Since the blank canvas hiding under the Mona Lisa is the most admired in the world.
To become the work of art which one collects since it is unable to improve. To mutate. But to mutate into a work of art.
Prehistoric men combed. The evolved human is a painting.