Saville took this idea of the mutation of the flesh and translated it into a series of photographs, Closed Contact, which she made with her friend the photographer Glen Luchford, her only collaborative work. Pressing her body on to a plane of Perspex, which he photographed from beneath, she reduced her flesh simply to volume, manipulated and reproduced on a flat surface. The images it made she could barely recognise. “My eye there looks like the eye of a bull.” She began with herself: “I use myself less now.” Her paintings have become a movement away from the self – to something self-less.
Jenny Saville, Closed Contact #8, 1996