Dionysian Becoming-Rhizome: Bodily Ecstasy in the Rupture of the Organic

The body flares up right there, in that split second between having a shape and completely falling apart. It’s dancing, but this isn’t really dance. It’s not movement it’s a tear, a break. Not a gesture, but matter bursting out. Every muscle is pulled so tight it’s screaming. Every vein looks like a jagged cut sliced across space. Out of the body grow branches leftovers of what used to be “organic”, dead leaves still hanging on, ghosts of something that was once alive. This body doesn’t belong to itself anymore. It’s pushing flesh outward from the inside, turning the interior into surface. There’s no center, no direction, no point it’s trying to reach just this insane, trembling tension, as if nature itself, having forgotten how to speak, is now screaming through human skin. media mix, ai, photo, collage 2025 5000x5000 By Rinat Abdrakhmanov Rinatto L'bank