The artificially enhanced female beauty abundantly live in Miami speaks for an artistic aesthetic gone askance and berserk. The classical proportions of the female nude, which established the western world's understanding of beauty, balanced body parts according to mathematical proportions, linked our most elementary notions of order and design, and presented the body as an undulating stillness, desirability frozen in space, enhanced by a gentle tease. For millennia, the conformity of proportions made the idealized representation of the nude the radiant centre of a transcendent individualism. The beautiful nude retained her interior mystery -- perfectly proportioned, anatomically inaccessible, embodying the presentably unattainable. 21st cen Miami won't concede that anything is inaccessible or unattainable in the physical realm. Artistic ideals are artificially embodied. doctors call themselves artists and cut and burn and stitch together a scarred, caricatured, illustrative accentuation of living erogenous zones at the cost of all harmony and balance. In performances I mark my own naked torso with medical signs and diagrams indicating where the plastic surgeon would nip and tuck, cut and insert, and stitch back together, in a hubristic attempt to replace marble with living flesh and paint with blood and create a result that is usually closer to deformation than to the advertised enhancement. I also have a cast of my torso on which I stitch as women used to do on their balconies watching the world go by; but instead of stitching a dowry I will be stitching further surgical markings on a simulacrum of my reproduced torso in public.