Borrowing the title from french philosopher, Gilles Deleuze's concept of the "body without organs", we’re enclosed, within layers of experience, within blocks of colour; behind painted surfaces, but that’s all we have. Inside here. Depicted, represented, but taken away from where we are told our soul resides - our face, our eyes - those windows that we can’t see through when the net curtains have been drawn. If we are just bodies, then transcendence is impossible… right? Our bodies are a system to escape from - blood and hearts and kidneys and lungs, trapped inside by spines and muscles and skin. But maybe we’re not trapped. Enclosed, for sure, but this where we experience everything from. This is our body. This is our experience. Everything that we are is inside here.