What is it to be human, specifically not-animal and not-machine, though we share attributes with both? What organic systems, pathways, circulations, energy, chemicals and processors rule over us or abide by our will? What are bodies for? Most importantly, what really makes the Cylons any different than us when there’s no resurrection ship close enough to download their memories?
In Greek mythology, Epimetheus, brother of Prometheus, was too intuitive and hasty while doling out essential positive characteristics for all animal kind. When he, at last, arrived at humans, he had run out of good traits. We are not all bad, nor mediocre, however. We are, definitively, in between.
Martin Heidegger (early twentieth century German philosopher), used the term “ereignis” to discuss the moment when something enters one's awareness, but also a relationship which essentially defines moments of existence. “Enowning," things coming “into their own,” and, "things coming into themselves by belonging together," are all ways in which ereignis have been defined. I speculate that our existence is all we have. It is what makes us human. The way we observe, know, and thus know ourselves. We don’t all exist the same way (i think), but we all exist (i think).
The fluidity of form possible in sculpture allows for an appropriately human, unclear, maybe confounding representation of bodies whether they house souls, bacterial colonies, chloroplast, circuitry or some hybrid amalgamation.