Such things happen; such medieval things. Bruegel could have dreamt this one, a one-eyed snake wriggling through bowels, controlled by a one-armed Satan. Curl of guts projected onto screen, their pink nest of privacy invaded, in anxious search for polyp eggs that could house flesh-eating crabs. It's beyond spread-eagled, this photography, so explicit; as far from erotic as it is possible to be. Colon, opened book, tells its twisted tale, from end to end to avid reading cyclops, pushing through to final o! of surprise. Unblinking auditor emerges into sweeter air, that digital elephant's questing nose.
PS Cottier 