The Wonderful World of Cosmesis
Cosmesisthe art of making artificial limbs look lifelikehas changed dramatically from the time when a cosmetic hand might mean a piece of wood carved into the general shape of a hand until today when artificial handswith freckles, veins, hair, and even tattooslook so real that many people cannot even distinguish between them and an actual hand. From MILITARY INSTEP.
I like having a big table, the kind you can really spread out on, but I dont own one. All I have are two small tables, and so I put them near each other and lay a piece of wall board over them, spanning the empty space, the unsupported middle, a middle that doesnt exist without this make-shift leaf, this exact plane upon which my life rests as if my life where one big Thanksgiving turkey that everyone is coming to see, a matter of physics and grace that it doesnt cave in, and with a good cloth over it, no one can tell the exactitude of placement, the precariousness underneath it all. In Sri Lanka you can buy a prosthetic foot cheap if youre willing to go without a shoe. Here, itll be well shod, but it will cost you. Once youre sitting at a table, no one sees your shoes anyway. If you travel to get here, you will be stopped at all security checkpoints; no one will believe it is an artificial foot or limb that sets off the buzzer. No one believes your tattoo of a 50s hoola-girl with grass skirt dancing on sprayed on skin. If you get here I will ask you to sit on my unsteady table with your bare metal foot, your souvenir of global enterprise, stretched out for all to see. I will ask you to make your hoola-girl wiggle. Before were done, everyone will be baring what they once thought only amounted to scars. We will never get to the bird; our table wont break, but it will buckle, and we will watch with amazement hoping to capture the moment before it snaps.
Laura McCullough | Mudlark No. 32