What is this place where skin and muscle have decayed, and skeletons amble about clothed only in mortal vanity and self-righteousness? A purgatory of some sort? But there's no wailing or gnashing of teeth. The woman may miss the flesh, but not the sculptor: without it he is no longer the starving artist he was in life.
Hope you enjoy this grim little morality play and have some critiques to offer. Thanks for watching.