Artist's statement - sonnet

Glance at the colours of prismatic bodies
tasting the swept of intimate creatures.
Don't let your eye hesitate on skin pink,
Don't let your mind decide what to think.

Get into your veins and let all your fever
turn into a jellyfish forever and ever
changing in shape and flavour and size;
let her strike your flesh until you realize

that all your humanity is not in your soul
but just rest in peace in your freaky guts.
May the chimerae be your sex-symbol

in an ultimate sight of beautiful maladies
growing like poppies in the field of your arms.
Pick them as flags for the glory of surgeries.