You’ve been looking at a lot of corpses lately. Your typical fare is more skeletal than fleshed, so it’s possible that the imagery is just far enough outside your wheelhouse that it’s getting to you. Tallulah and Tollund Man are easier to work with because they are (or were, in the case of the latter) full bodies; you can almost pretend they’re sleeping. The partials, though—Old Croghan Man in particular—disturb you. Looking at the photographs, you can’t help but think of him as a fleshy sock. His deflated, boneless shape is nauseating. It’s like he wants you to crawl inside him. You worry that if you were ever in the same room as his remains you wouldn’t be able to resist.
RJ Aurand 