To start my dissertation preparation I already had my starting point of skin phobias and how they are represented in art and design, which branched off of my constellation sessions with Cath the previous term. Many of Cath’s Lectures inspired me for my research idea such as the idea of the ‘abject’ body, Glamorous vs the monstrous, and freud’s look into identity.
To start my background reading I want to look at The book of skin by Steven Connor. We analyzed some quotes from this book in Cath’s sessions and i feel this will be a good starting point to elaborate my knowledge on this subject.
Skin, Steven Connor argues, has never been more visible. The Book of Skin explores the multiple functions of the skin in the cultures of the West. In this vividly illustrated book, Connor draws on evidence from a variety of sources including literary and other forms of public and private writing, especially medical texts, as well as painting, photography, and film, folklore and popular song.Because of its newfound visibility, skin has never been at once so manifest and so in jeopardy as it is today. This dilemma becomes evident, in Connor’s view, if we examine how skin is displayed and manipulated as a site of inscription. In order to trace our culture’s anxious concerns with the materiality and mortality of skin, Connor’s analysis ranges from the human body itself to photography, from Medieval leprosy, Renaissance flaying, and eternal syphilis to cosmetics, plastic surgery, and skin cancers.Connor examines the chromatics of skin color and pigmentation, blushing, suntanning, paleness, darkening, tattooing, cutting, the Turin shroud, the Mummy, and the Invisible Man. He also offers engaging explanations for why particular colors are ascribed to feelings and conditions such as green for envy, purple for rage, and yellow for cowardice. Connor’s insights into the
obvious and yet unfamiliar terrain of the skin and its place in Western culture ameliorates the intensities and attenuations of touch in cultural history. The Book of Skin bears out James Joyce’s claim that “modern man has an epidermis rather than a soul.”