Beauty is a very strange category.
Everyone sees beauty in their own way, and maybe that's why she has so many faces.
I always thought about where the boundaries between beauty and outright ugliness?
Where are the boundaries between art and really disgusting things?
I think that the border is very transparent and is in our heads.
A striking example of such duality is meat. Few people find something beautiful in him, because we are all hostages of our own associations.
Meat is pain, violence, withering and death. Meat is a debate about humanism, ethics, inner beliefs and a commonplace food culture.