We're not sure what type of creature these piles of sagging, deformed, empty skin belonged to but we sure don't want to meet them. Reminding us slightly of certain Asger Carlsen photos, these sculptures by Francesco Albano are certainly disturbing. Albano sees the skin as the nearest boundary between internal and external identity, a kind of storage space, and "bone" as a stable structure that sustains our physical presence and makes us complete. (via)