I have to tell you the truth about this photo at this point, but you have to be patient because I have to digress a bit.
It is not a photo I particularly like, and even the artist working in this laboratory (who is a very good sculptor) does not meet my personal taste.
But it just so happened that yesterday I was riding my bicycle across town to go photograph another sculpture, by another artist, and along the way I see a storefront obscured by plastic sheeting with a couple of strange sculptures outside and I stop in curiosity. I peer through a slit between the plastic sheeting and see this thing inside. The workshop looked abandoned, there is a strong reflection from the sunlight on the glass, and dust from chalk and stone, and I have to shade with my hat to be able to peer into the darkness inside the room. With one hand I hold the hat for shade and with the other I shoot.
It then seemed to me, as I looked at the photo, that I was catching a very physical human suffering, it reminded me of something, and it seemed to me that that human being on the right in the photo - a prisoner in the cage of his illness - was desperately trying to reunite with his body, or rather with the wholeness of his body.
Who has not suffered sooner or later in his life such a painful tear apart?
I warned you that I would be dispersive in my explanation.