Hive Minded

Hive Minded

Skin is a fantastic invention. Especially human skin. It’s both tough and pliable. It resists most things be it blunt force, punctures, bacteria, disease, water. It’s not perfect. But it’s damn close. The major problem stems from within - we’re often trapped by our skin.

Naomi was no different. Even now I could see the hives beginning to rise. The redness drawing together to form inscrutable patterns up and down her limbs. She knew this was happening. She knew it was bound to happen but she persisted nonetheless. 

She always got this way during tryouts and casting calls. Whatever the routine, even one she’d done a hundred times before, it would cause her to react this way. The stress of the performance, of beating the others, of getting a job showed. Even though everyone there knew she was a shoe-in. 

And I couldn’t help but watch her. Her dancing was something else. But it was the story told by her skin that enthralled me, how different areas would reacted in minute ways. Blood would rush to the her muscles, her skin would tense and goosebumps would appear on her upper arms. While her face was flush and her thighs taunt. 

Even the soles of her feet which should have been firm and calloused from her years of work spoke to the stress she put herself under. There too would hives appear. After every performance she’d spend hours soaking them trying to gain some semblance of relief. 


Today’s art is courtesy of Daniela Diederichs from Nettersheim, Germany.

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