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A temperature collage - Hot / Cold (Regulation Loop)

             

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A full‑body temperature portrait charting menopausal deregulation in real time. Each zone of the body is marked by its lived sensation: hot chest, cold kidneys, warm neck, freezing hands, neutral calves, cold toes. The piece captures the fragmentation of temperature regulation — the simultaneous hot/cold split that interrupts thought, creativity, and daily function. A visual record of my body in conflict with itself.


HEAD

        [ cheeks: warm ]

        [ nose tip: cold ]

        [ ears: cold ]


            NECK

     back: warm | front: cold


            CHEST

        [ breast area: HOT ]

        [ core/stomach: cold inside ]


            ARMS

        hands: FREEZING

        fingertips: FREEZING


            BACK

        upper back: cold

        lower back/kidneys: FREEZING


            LEGS

        thighs: warm

        crotch: warm/hot

        calves: neutral/just right


            FEET

        feet: cold

        toes: cold

 

        [ cheeks: warm ]
        [ nose tip: cold ]
        [ ears: cold ]

            NECK
     back: warm | front: cold

            CHEST
        [ breast area: HOT ]
        [ core/stomach: cold inside ]

            ARMS
        hands: FREEZING
        fingertips: FREEZING

            BACK
        upper back: cold
        lower back/kidneys: FREEZING

            LEGS
        thighs: warm
        crotch: warm/hot
        calves: neutral/just right

            FEET
        feet: cold
        toes: cold
        [ cheeks: warm ]
        [ nose tip: cold ]
        [ ears: cold ]

            NECK
     back: warm | front: cold

            CHEST
        [ breast area: HOT ]
        [ core/stomach: cold inside ]

            ARMS
        hands: FREEZING
        fingertips: FREEZING

            BACK
        upper back: cold
        lower back/kidneys: FREEZING

            LEGS
        thighs: warm
        crotch: warm/hot
        calves: neutral/just right

            FEET
        feet: cold
        toes: cold
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