Fruzsi Kovai: The physiology of transformation - exhibition and performance

What would it be, I wondered to myself, leafing through Leonardo da Vinci’s The Mechanics of Man, if I imagined and depicted all my organs, tissues, and cells the way these beautifully illustrated pages show only the penis—in function, in motion, in event, in activity?

After all, nothing in me is static; everything is alive and moving, shifting, swelling and hollowing, puffing and slackening, throbbing and beating, expanding, adhering, popping, and cracking.

And what would it be, I asked myself, if I were to claim that I not only thought of myself this way—but of you?