This was incredibly frustrating, as apparently, artists born in May do not far well. Finally, I decided that the most well known artist I could find was a french woman named Orlan. Like many eccentrics before her, she has chosen to refer to herself by one short name. However, unlike people like Prince or Moby, finding her last name is nearly impossible. She was born on May 30th, 1947. I'm going to make a very friendly suggestion to you right now, and warn you not research Orlan any further, for the fame she has was won through three primary means: one, actually being a thought provoking artist, two, being obsessed with sexuality and including it, deliberately grotesque, in her pieces, and three, subjecting herself to numerous plastic surgeries in order to turn herself into her own ultimate work of art. She calls this process "self hybridization".
Becoming interested? Well, stop. Or at least, don't point fingers at me when you take a peak at her work. To finalize my point, here is a delightful quote for you:
"I can observe my own body cut open, without suffering!... I see myself all the way down to my entrails; a new mirror stage. "I can see to the heart of my lover; his splendid design has nothing to do with sickly sentimentalities"- Darling, I love your spleen; I love your liver; I adore your pancreas, and the line of your femur excites me." (Orlan from Carnal Art Manifesto)
Honestly, I find it all very interesting—but you won't catch me admitting to being excited by stuff like this, oh no, you won't! Disgusting. Horrible, horrible. Don't look at it.
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