Corpses scattered on the floor, dead s***e provides life size art, gutted. Sick creations made from death, limbs and flesh strew across the room. Depersonalize the human form through objectification. Reduced to neatly sawed segments. Torsos now lay as gaping cavities, his face spattered with crimson blood. Suspended emotional response, for now he covers the cadavers with pristine white sheets until tomorrow.