fields of flesh

the body occupies a space where the mundane turns sacred, absorbed into the same flesh.

it is immediate, undeniable. it is in your face.

the fields do not care about nudity, or about work. they do not care at all. they simply exist, until transformed into energy. neither shame nor pride. neither hidden nor revealed. simply being.

within this space, the body becomes part of that indifference. the mundane remains mundane yet with flesh present, it becomes something sacred.

photographer: gerfried tamerler