I felt the need to go into greater length about the details of a recent photo of mine, pictured below:
I knew I wanted to create some kind of “cyborg” costume for my model here, the lovely and talented Veronica Ricci. I had no idea what that actually meant though. And as I am not an especially handy-around-the-house girl, I didn’t know what my options would be at the hardware store if I went cyborg-part shopping. Not to mention I am always on a very tight budget. So I decided to swing by my local architectural salvage yard and see what I could find. I rooted through scrap metal, bits and bobs and pieces of who knows what for a while until I’d come up with a handful of items of unknown origin, but visual beauty. The cashier even had no idea what they were, nor what to charge me for them, in the end asking if I thought $1 would be fair for everything. I eagerly agreed that it would be. After that I just dug up some scraps of fabric, my hot glue gun and some tinted plastic and viola! A cyborg costume I had.
I tend to be against organized forms of control. I am a registered Libertarian, I dislike organized religion and I have been known to throw major fits over issues where I feel my rights are being infringed upon. That’s the idea behind this photo; the organized, malevolent force trying to control us. That force takes many forms, and I want the photo to be a bit open to interpretation by the viewer, but I think many people and groups could be read into it.
Who or whatever you see behind it, the symbolism is still the same. Her eyes are partially covered, clouding her vision and judgment. Her throat is covered, hampering her ability to speak up. Her heart, ego and fear chakra points are all covered and being controlled. She does nothing. She is under the spell. She sleeps in her nakedness and vulnerability, totally unaware of her danger.