[4.2 Questions on Taboo]

- Dissecting Social Prejudice -

Our lives are surrounded by invisible social boundaries.

Though these boundaries are intangible, they exert a powerful force that restricts our thoughts and actions.

We live our lives mostly unaware of these boundaries, but what would happen if we were to cross them, even for a moment?

What would change if we questioned our deepest beliefs and ventured into forbidden territories?

The idea of finding beauty in the image of a woman struggling to breathe might seem grotesque and unimaginable to most people.

But I ask you to set aside that prejudice for a moment and join me on this journey of exploration.

The perspectives we have adopted throughout our lives, the truths we have come to believe, and the ways we exclude what is deemed inappropriate or unsettling are all results of social conditioning passed down through generations.

This conditioning has taught us to distinguish between beauty and grotesque, norms and taboos.

However, through this deep exploration, we must analyze these social prejudices and trace their origins.

Imagine a world filled only with shades of gray.

To those accustomed to such a monotonous palette, the sudden appearance of vibrant colors might feel uncomfortable or even ugly.

Our society's understanding of beauty has been shaped similarly—by the constraints defined by history, culture, and often a fear of the unknown, we have been trained to perceive and accept beauty in a specific way.

However, if we cross these social boundaries, we can discover beauty even within what is considered taboo.

This is the subject I wish to explore.

I invite you to look at the world with a new perspective, beyond the concepts of beauty you currently hold.

Throughout history, standards of beauty have always been fluid, changing drastically with time and place.

Some cultures praised full-bodied figures, while others idealized slim physiques.

Just as tattoos, once seen as symbols of social rebellion, are now widely accepted as a form of artistic expression, standards of beauty evolve with time and culture.

So why are we so afraid of finding beauty in what is unconventional or taboo?

Take corsets, for example.

Once the pinnacle of women’s fashion, corsets excessively constricted the waist, made breathing difficult, and posed serious health risks.

Yet society was enamored with this pathological beauty, overlooking the discomfort and pain they caused.

Today, many might consider corsets outdated and cruel, but at the time, they were celebrated as symbols of elegance and status.

So why is it that society accepted the beauty of the silhouette sculpted by a corset, yet struggles to find beauty in the intense emotions and desperate struggle that come with breathlessness?

Both situations involve a degree of discomfort and even pain.

Yet one is celebrated, and the other is condemned.

Perhaps these prejudices are not born of a deep understanding of truth, but rather from a fear of confronting the unfamiliar.

By delving deeply into these social prejudices, we can begin to dismantle the barriers that limit our perceptions.

Through this, we can learn to see beauty in its purest, most unfiltered form.

This is the core subject of our exploration, and I propose that we embark on a journey to view beauty through this new lens.

The world we live in is surrounded by boundaries created by invisible rules.

I have always had a deep interest in these boundaries.

Let me be clear: my intention is never to take a life.

The essence of life, the rhythm of a beating heart, the exchange of breaths—all these provide me with an indescribable sense of beauty.

It is the delicate dance between life and death, the communion of breaths, and the process itself that fuels my passion.

Society may interpret the act of asphyxiating someone as an intent to murder.

However, this is a misunderstanding of my motives.

My goal is simple: to witness the beauty of a woman yearning to breathe, to observe her vulnerable state on the threshold of life and death.

If she were to die in the process, it would be an unintended consequence, a tragic side effect of my art.

Of course, one could even speculate that she might have derived some degree of enjoyment from the experience.

Ideally, I would wish for her not to die, but to remain in that state indefinitely, so we could eternally share in the art we create together.

How marvelous would it be to prolong that moment of asphyxiation?

Like savoring a fine wine slowly, desiring to experience all its flavors and aromas for as long as possible.

I have often pondered ways to enable these women to endure the state of asphyxiation for longer, as the longer they struggle, the more I can appreciate the unconscious art they create.

Over time, my techniques have evolved and been refined.

This has not been driven by compassion, but by a desire to extend the beauty of the moment.

My goal has always been to make the act of suffocation not lethal, but a prolonged artistic experience.

When society fails to understand my actions and instead condemns them, I cannot help but laugh.

They are missing the true meaning.

I am not a murderer in the traditional sense, but an artist seeking to capture beauty in its purest form at the crossroads of life and death.

It is this inner conflict and the beauty within it that forms the essence of my art.

- The Challenge of the Golden Ratio Woman -

To demonstrate that the taboo surrounding the beauty I propose is merely a social prejudice, I want to share a story with you.

This is the story of a model who received widespread admiration.

She possessed an appearance so captivating that it seemed to perfectly embody the classical golden ratio.

The moment I first saw her, I understood why the world praised her beauty.

She was the epitome of classical perfection, drawing admiration and adulation from many as if she were a living work of art.

But I wanted to delve deeper into the true essence hidden within that appearance.

What is beauty?

Are the standards we take for granted truly correct?

To answer these questions, I once again decided to challenge the taboo.

My art may seem cruel to some, but to discover true beauty, one must break free from existing prejudices.

I submerged her in a deep tank of water and covered the surface with plastic, preventing her from escaping.

I used ordinary plastic typically laid on floors, but in the water, the pressure made it adhere more tightly, making it difficult to tear.

With little air between the tank's surface and the plastic, the external air pressure pressed the plastic down even more firmly, making it impossible to lift it from underwater.

If one's feet don't touch the bottom, it's nearly impossible to generate enough force to lift the plastic with just buoyancy.

I ensured that the plastic covered the entire surface of the tank, so the difference in air and water pressure made it even more tightly secured.

As the cold water enveloped her body, her eyes widened in fear and confusion.

At first, she instinctively tried to escape, her hands trembling as she desperately tried to grasp the plastic.

Her fingers spread gracefully underwater, moving as if trying to pierce through the plastic.

But the plastic, held firm by the water pressure, evaded her grasp.

Her feet desperately searched for the bottom of the tank, moving smoothly and elegantly through the water as if she were dancing at a ball.

As her toes brushed the bottom, her legs pushed upwards with all their strength to break through the plastic, but the resistance of the water rendered all her efforts futile.

As her breath became more labored, her chest rose and fell rapidly, making her body more transparent underwater.

In that moment, her eyes sparkled with pain and fear, which I found to be a rapturous beauty.

Her arms strained with all their might to tear the plastic, but the water's pressure denied even that.

Every movement she made retained an elegance, even in desperation.

As she twisted her body, struggling to break through the plastic, she shone brilliantly in the water like a goddess of the sea.

Her struggle was like a beautiful ballet performance, and from it, I drew new aesthetic inspiration.

Her fear and despair revealed a moment of true beauty.

Her appearance no longer mattered.

Her struggle for survival showed a charm that surpassed mere physical beauty.

The movements she made underwater were desperate yet graceful, and even in fear and despair, she maintained a sense of dignity.

Her fingers delicately tried to grasp the plastic, and each motion was as precise as the touch of a meticulous artist.

Every time her fingers touched the plastic, its outline subtly shifted, moving like ripples.

In those moments when the plastic lifted slightly from her fingers, I felt it was like a dance infused with a desire to survive.

As her palms attempted to push the plastic upwards, the plastic responded to her desire as if it were alive.

This wasn't just a struggle for survival, but a breathtaking dance showcasing the beauty of life.

Every gesture and movement of her fingers was filled with a love rooted in the survival instinct, surpassing mere physical beauty.

The moments when her fingers touched the plastic and caused it to change form simultaneously revealed the essence of life and expressed the deepest human desires in an artistic scene.

In this artistic dance, I discovered true beauty.

It was a noble dance, not confined to outward appearance, but where human instincts and emotions harmonized and unfolded.

Her feet searched for the bottom of the tank, and in this process, her legs traced elegant curves, glowing in the water.

As her breath became more labored, her chest rose and fell violently, its rhythm symbolizing the beauty of life itself.

The fear and determination reflected in her eyes revealed a deep inner beauty that could never be expressed through mere appearance.

Every gesture she made was filled with a loving charm rooted in the survival instinct, surpassing the allure of perfect appearance.

Her movements were like watching a beautiful dance, and through them, I realized that true beauty is not confined to outward appearance.

The instincts and emotions revealed in her struggle for survival redefined the concept of beauty.

What I witnessed was the fundamental emotions and instincts of humanity, and the true beauty that blooms within them.

In that moment, I realized how powerful an aesthetic experience my challenge to taboo could provide.

She moved desperately within the cold water tank, trying to break through the plastic-covered surface.

When her fingers tried to find an opening in the plastic, their delicate movements were as graceful as a fairy dancing in the water.

Her fingers spread thinly as they tried to pierce the plastic, and their tips shimmered in the water, exuding a lovely glow.

Her feet constantly moved against the walls of the tank to push her body upwards, and each movement was like a beautiful ballet performance.

Each time her toes slipped against the wall, her legs traced elegant curves and glowed in the water.

Her gestures were desperate but never lost their grace and beauty.

As her breath became more labored, her chest rose and fell rapidly, its rhythm symbolizing the beauty of life itself.

When her face tried to pierce the gap between the tank and the plastic, the plastic stretched taut along the contours of her forehead, nose, and mouth.

She desperately pushed her face into the gap, trying to escape and breathe.

At that moment, the contours of her face pressed against the plastic revealed a desperate yearning for survival.

At that moment, I gently held her nose with the plastic, preventing her from sinking and spoke to her.

In a calm but firm voice, I mentioned how I had followed her modeling career.

I told her that the moments she walked the runway, posed for photos, and shined on the fashion show stage were all beautiful, but that this moment was the true beauty.

She mouthed words in silence, unable to speak with her nose held.

Her terrified, despairing eyes shook as they looked at me.

I told her that this was the very expression I was talking about, and that she was most beautiful in this desperate moment, struggling for breath.

Then, I released her nose.

She began to sink again, twisting her body in the water as she desperately tried to breathe.

Her movements unfolded like a beautiful dance underwater, and as I watched, I reflected again on the true meaning of beauty.

Her fingers continued to try to grasp and lift the plastic, and each movement was as precise and beautiful as the process of an artist perfecting their masterpiece.

When the plastic responded to her fingers and slightly rose, it was like a lyrical poem, showing a strong desire for life in a asphyxiating situation.

The small waves her fingers created through the plastic seemed to symbolize the power of life, and each movement was as captivating as the dance of an elegant ballerina.

In the end, she failed to succeed in this attempt, losing consciousness as she inhaled water.

Her desperate struggle to breathe was as beautiful as a living sculpture.

Her final struggle was faithful to her survival instincts, but at the same time, it was an achingly captivating scene.

When her eyes widened in terror, I realized how shallow and fleeting traditional concepts of beauty were.

At that moment, she desperately tried to push her face through the plastic to breathe.

As her face touched the plastic, it contoured along her forehead, nose, and mouth.

The plastic, adhering to her skin, transformed into a vivid sculpture of her desperate struggle for life.

Each time her mouth and nose caused the plastic to rise, I felt a deep sense of life and inner beauty that could not be seen in mere appearance.

As her face pressed against the plastic, the thin layer vividly revealed her survival instincts and fear.

It was like an emotional portrait painted on a transparent canvas.

The sight of the plastic shifting along the contours of her face was something far beyond the existing standards of beauty.

In her pain and struggle, I found true beauty.

It wasn't about outward appearance but a profound and genuine aesthetic value created by human instincts and emotions.

The plastic pressed against her face was not just a material but a symbol of the beauty of life and inner strength.

In that moment, I firmly realized that beauty is not confined to outward appearance.

True beauty originates from the inner self and life force, and the image that blossomed from her struggle gave me a profound sense of emotion incomparable to anything else.

Her perfect appearance no longer mattered.

I discovered a new form of beauty in her fear and despair, a beauty that was not merely about appearance but about the fundamental emotions and instincts of humanity.

As she struggled in the water, I found new aesthetic inspiration in her movements.

Each gesture she made retained elegance even in pain.

In her struggle, I saw the primal fear of humanity and the will to overcome it.

This moment was the essence of true beauty.

Eventually, she couldn't hold her breath any longer, and bubbles began to rise from her nose and mouth.

The small air bubbles were trapped between the surface of the water and the plastic, floating like shimmering jewels in a transparent veil.

Instinctively, she pressed her face into the plastic, trying to inhale even the smallest of those air bubbles.

But the air was spread thinly and widely between the plastic and the water's surface, and no matter how closely she pressed her nose and mouth to the plastic, she could only inhale air mixed with water, not pure oxygen.

With every breath she tried to take, more water entered her mouth and nose along with the air.

The pain of this caused her to struggle even more, desperately pushing her face against the plastic in a search for air.

Each time her nose and mouth touched the plastic, it stretched tightly along the contours of her face, creating a scene that looked like a play filled with pain and despair.

Even if she managed to breathe in some of that air, it was filled with carbon dioxide, which only made her breath even shorter.

As she continued to inhale, the mixture of water and carbon dioxide-filled air entered her lungs, causing excruciating pain.

As the water traveled down her throat and into her lungs, she realized that breathing itself had become painful.

As the water mixed with the air in her lungs, she felt a asphyxiating fear and a tearing pain.

Her lungs reacted to the large amount of carbon dioxide in the air, triggering a powerful coughing reflex.

Her lungs desperately expanded and contracted to expel the carbon dioxide and inhale fresh oxygen, but there was almost no oxygen left in the air she breathed in.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly as her lungs desperately tried to expand due to the lack of oxygen.

Her breathing became increasingly irregular, and as she inhaled, the water filled her lungs, making it impossible to breathe.

Her face grew pale, and her lips turned blue.

As carbon dioxide accumulated, her body sent out intense signals of oxygen deprivation, and her mind became increasingly foggy.

Her vision began to blur, and her field of vision narrowed.

As she felt her consciousness slipping away, she desperately struggled to stay alive.

Her body went into convulsions.

Her muscles contracted strongly due to the lack of oxygen, and her limbs moved wildly.

Her hands tried to grasp the plastic, but the slippery material underwater was hard to hold onto.

Her legs thrashed about as if trying to grab onto something, struggling to escape the water.

The water and carbon dioxide-filled air entering her mouth and nose traveled down her throat and into her lungs, causing a burning pain.

Instinctively, she tried to cough and expel the water and carbon dioxide, but the more she did, the more water entered her lungs, making her struggle even more.

Her heart began to beat extremely fast.

Due to the lack of oxygen and the excess carbon dioxide, her heart worked harder to pump blood but gradually lost strength.

Her arms and legs became heavier, and her entire body grew increasingly weak.

Her mind was in chaos, and thoughts raced through her head.

Alongside a strong desire to live, she was seized by the desperate urge to escape the pain.

But as the water and carbon dioxide-filled air filled her lungs, she sank deeper into despair.

Although her movements were desperate, she never lost her elegance.

Her struggle unfolded like a tense, breathtaking drama on stage.

I saw the beauty of life blooming amidst her pain.

Each moment unfolded before me like a perfectly choreographed piece of art.

Every time the water and air entered her lungs, her body convulsed, and she writhed in pain.

But all of it was as perfect as a scene meticulously crafted for a play.

Her despair and pain transcended mere fear, dramatically revealing the vitality and instincts of humanity.

Watching all this, I realized that true beauty lies in such moments.

The beauty of physical appearance may be fleeting and superficial, but the true beauty that blossomed from her struggle and pain will never be forgotten.

Her pain was not just pain but a majestic drama expressing the vitality and instincts of humanity.

In the end, she lost consciousness as she inhaled the water.

Her final, desperate struggle to breathe was as beautiful as a living sculpture.

Her arms and legs moved in graceful curves through the water, retaining dignity even in despair.

Her fingers continued to try to grasp the plastic, and each motion was as beautiful as a painting.

Her struggle was faithful to her survival instincts, but at the same time, it was an achingly captivating scene.

Her body convulsed, and she tried to hold herself up in the water with her last remaining strength.

Her eyes grew increasingly unfocused, but she clung to life with determination.

Despite her movements, she gradually began to sink.

With almost no air left in her lungs, it became difficult to keep herself afloat despite her willpower.

Her arms and legs continued to thrash, but they grew slower and weaker.

The resistance of the water slowly pulled her down, and her body sank like a heavy weight.

She looked longingly at the air bubbles floating between the plastic and the water's surface.

Those small bubbles seemed to symbolize hope to her, but they were now out of reach.

I watched that scene and, in a calm voice, remarked that those air bubbles also possessed artistic beauty.

I thought she would be pleased to hear me say that a true artist would want to buy those air bubbles containing the last breaths of life.

She might not have heard me from underwater, but my intent was clear.

Her eyes grew increasingly unfocused, but she struggled to the end, feeling that cold yet intense gaze.

Her hands still reached for the plastic, but she no longer had the strength to reach the surface.

Her feet slowly stirred the water, and even in despair, her movements were painfully beautiful.

Her eyes grew dim, and even her intense attachment to life faded.

As she sank deeper into the water, I watched the scene with a strange sense of awe.

Her body could no longer move according to her will, but traces of her struggle to cling to life remained.

It felt like watching the portrait of a person fighting against a colossal force.

At that moment, every movement she made took on a brilliance as if in slow motion.

Each gesture she made was an expression of pain and despair, but within it lay the deepest instincts of humanity.

She was a model, and models often convey many things through their bodies.

But at this moment, what she was showing was more impressive and beautiful than any scene she had ever portrayed as a model.

Her instinctive movements, revealed through her pain, transcended all previous expressions.

It was a struggle toward the last moment of life, containing the essence of humanity.

Even as she lost consciousness, I could not take my eyes off the scene.

Her movements slowed down and finally stopped altogether.

The sight of her efforts weakening was the pinnacle of true beauty.

Through it, I felt the essence of life and the emotions deeply hidden within humanity.

Her chest no longer rose and fell, and even the expansion of her lungs in an attempt to take in the last bit of oxygen soon stopped.

Her eyes remained unfocused, and the remaining bubbles from her mouth slowly rose to the surface and spread across it.

Her heart sent one last strong pulse and then came to a stop, and her entire body lost its strength and became still.

At this moment, I could feel all of her bodily functions ceasing.

Her fingers remained in the position of trying to grasp the plastic, and her legs no longer thrashed about.

Her body appeared as peaceful as if time had stopped.

The sight of her breathing coming to a complete stop and her heart ceasing its beat dramatically depicted the moment life was extinguished.

Watching her last breath as the spark of life faded, I realized the true meaning of beauty once again.

Her struggle had ended, but everything she showed during it was pure awe.

Her struggle left an indelible impression on my heart, like a perfectly crafted piece of art.

It wasn't just pain but a scene that dramatically expressed the vitality and will of humanity.

At that moment, I discovered true beauty in her pain and struggle.

It was a deep and captivating beauty that went beyond appearance, encompassing the essence and emotions of humanity.

Her thrashing was not just a struggle but a powerful declaration of human existence and life.

It was a truly mesmerizing and unforgettable moment.

After my art session had ended, I became certain that she should not be judged solely based on her appearance.

Through her struggle and pain, I found the answer to what true beauty is and why it is often taboo.

Taboo is merely a prejudice we hold, and beyond it lies a deeper beauty we have yet to understand.

Through this realization, I redefined the true aesthetic value.

Beauty is not confined to outward appearance.

It is composed of pain, struggle, and the instinctive emotions of humanity that blossom within.

I chose her not for her appearance but for the new form of beauty I discovered in her struggle.

It was a beauty that contrasted with the standards society had set, yet it was deeper and more genuine.

By challenging taboo, I discovered a beauty that transcended traditional notions of beauty.

Beauty is not simply about appearance but the emotions and instincts of humanity that lie beneath.

She had always been praised for her beauty, but she showed that she could display a beauty that transcends even that.

Through this realization, I wish to convey the true beauty that blooms even within taboo to you all.

I hope this story serves as a powerful example of how significant a social prejudice it is to deny women the opportunity to reveal this kind of beauty.

- The Allure of Forbidden Aesthetics -

Our world is filled with unexplored wonders and mysteries.

Among them, those hidden and forbidden possess an intense allure of their own.

They are like a secret garden concealed behind high walls, where every flower and leaf exists in secrecy, yet captivates our hearts.

In the realm of aesthetics, this forbidden allure becomes even more powerful, which is the essence of what I call the "Art of Breathless Beauty."

Imagine a serene meadow.

In its center grows a unique flower, unlike any other around it.

Its petals are a vibrant mix of colors, and its fragrance is almost intoxicating.

Yet beside the flower stands a sign that reads, "Do Not Touch!" This warning only heightens our curiosity about the flower, does it not?

When society declares something forbidden, it inevitably makes that object more appealing.

The human mind is naturally drawn to the allure of the forbidden.

This attraction stems from the mystery it holds, the desire for exploration, and the illicit pleasure gained from experiencing the prohibited.

This emotion resides deep within us, often operating on a level we may not consciously recognize.

The "Art of Breathless Beauty" is rooted in these inner impulses and explorations.

This art seeks to explore a different dimension of beauty, one that transcends societal norms and taboos.

Imagine a scene where the wonders of nature are combined with the power and delicacy of a woman.

Whether in water or bound by rope, her transformation in a situation where her breath is restricted is like a moment of magic.

Her elegant and delicate neck becomes more pronounced with instinctive movements that long for air, and her actions transform into a frantic dance.

Each gesture is the truest expression of the survival instinct.

As blood rushes through her body, her face becomes a primal canvas of life.

The most captivating part is her eyes.

They reveal a multitude of emotions—fear, despair, hope, surrender—and serve as a window into her soul.

In this desperate dance, the line between life and art blurs, creating a scene of unforgettable beauty.

Why does society fail to recognize this beauty?

Perhaps it is because it challenges traditional notions.

Just as Impressionist art was initially dismissed due to its bold strokes and vibrant colors, the "Art of Breathless Beauty" is still misunderstood.

If we set aside our social lenses for a moment and view this scene through the eyes of an artist, we can perceive the multifaceted layers of emotion, the depth of expression, and the pure, unfiltered beauty it offers.

Just as a sculptor reveals a hidden statue by chiseling away stone, the act of asphyxiation unveils the woman's pure essence, making her more vivid and real.

In the story of the woman trapped in the water tank, I touched the plastic where her fingers met it, changing its shape.

In that moment, I discovered true beauty filled with life and emotion.

The moments of struggle revealed in her fear and despair showed a deep aesthetic value that transcended mere physical beauty.

The small waves created by her fingers as she tried to grasp the plastic symbolized a strong desire for life, becoming a work of art in themselves.

Although I did not directly touch her but through the plastic, the moment allowed me to experience the human instinct and emotion that retained elegance even in pain.

This is one of the experiences that can be found in the previously forbidden aesthetics.

This art is not about pain or suffering but about capturing the moment when the fragility of life is most evident.

It is about witnessing the indomitable will to survive that the human spirit displays, and within that, discovering profound beauty.

Our world is surrounded by boundaries made of invisible rules.

My interest in these boundaries has always been deep.

To be clear, my intention is never to take life.

The essence of life, the rhythm of a beating heart, the exchange of breaths—all of these are indescribably beautiful to me.

It is the delicate dance between life and death, the communion of breath and the process itself, that fuels my passion.

- A Philosophical Exploration of the Beauty of Asphyxiation -

At this stage of our journey, we seek to deepen our understanding of the philosophy behind the beauty of asphyxiation.

Upon first encountering this concept, it may seem shocking or confusing.

However, by exploring the depths of this philosophy, we can discover vivid imagery created by the interplay of contrasting emotions and complex interactions.

The essence of this philosophy is a subtle dance woven from opposing elements: life and death, control and vulnerability, pleasure and pain.

This dance focuses on capturing moments when humans are most vulnerable and yet most vividly alive.

In those brief, intense moments when she gasps for oxygen, and her thoughts and emotions are consumed by an overwhelming desire to survive, I find an unparalleled beauty.

Like a tightrope walker balancing on a slender line high above the ground, these moments become more captivating as the inherent danger, visible tension, and the ever-present possibility of a fall become real.

The experience of asphyxiation is akin to a perilous tightrope walk between existence and oblivion.

But why is this tightrope walk so captivating?

It is because these moments evoke pure and noble emotions.

They reveal a spirit that, while utterly vulnerable, persists, fights, and strives to survive.

The juxtaposition of these opposing elements creates an incomparable beauty through a harmonious blend of fragility and strength.

This is the philosophical depth and meaning of the beauty of asphyxiation.

When we witness these moments of struggle, we cannot help but be deeply moved by the emotional depth displayed in the scene.

The trembling eyes and eyebrows desperately hoping for release, the heartbeat drumming the rhythm of life, and the hands reaching out in a plea for rescue—all these gestures and nuances express primal instincts, the fundamental human drive to overcome all adversity.

This philosophy is by no means an attempt to glorify pain or violence.

Rather, it is about recognizing and celebrating the profound beauty that arises from the most fundamental human instinct—the will to survive.

It is a tribute to the remarkable capacity of the human spirit to find strength even in the worst circumstances.

When the woman trapped in the tank desperately tried to rise, I placed my hand on the outline of the plastic shaped by her face.

Her face, pressed against the plastic, transformed into a form different from before—perhaps less beautiful from a conventional perspective.

Yet, in that moment, even though I did not directly touch her face, I could sense the fundamental beauty of humanity.

The moment when her life and emotions were projected through the plastic revealed the essence of humanity, retaining elegance even in pain.

It was a true aesthetic value that transcended mere physical beauty.

This experience led to a philosophical exploration of the beauty within asphyxiation, allowing us to rediscover the essential beauty of humanity that blossoms amid pain and struggle.

In this way, the beauty of asphyxiation becomes a complex and delicate work of art, created from pure emotion, primal instinct, and the dramatic contrast of the human experience.

It is a testament to the incredible resilience of the human spirit and the profound emotional depth that exists within all of us.

This desperate dance embodies unparalleled pure emotion.

The masks we wear in our daily lives are stripped away, leaving only the raw essence of who we are.

In that essence, I see art—a profound beauty that deeply moves the soul.

This beauty carries a powerful message, allowing us to witness the essence of the human spirit found in the space between life and death, hope and despair.