Occasionally there is a grotesque, yet sublime beauty in death. This is epitomized in the death of Evelyn McHale who let to hear death in New York City from the Empire State Building. She landed on a car, crushing the roof on impact. Her body, captured on film by ROvert C. Wiles, appears to be a lady in repose, perhaps so tired from a long day that she simply laid down for a brief nap. A missing shoe is not out of place in such an image. Only on closer examination, bits of glass and sharp bends in the sheet metal indicate that something is wrong.
War certainly defines grotesque. The human ability to inflict nearly unimaginable suffering on each other is expressed fully. Vietnam brought the US scores of images of death, destruction and grotesque.
Death does not have to come at the hands of another person. Starvation is a particularly cruel way to day and is as old as life. The images of skeletons with skin are both revolting and fascinating at the same time, which is a good definition of grotesque.
I started as yoga trainer and getting more and more close with people who came for yoga classes, I saw that it might not be all I can do for them. Then I started thinking about elaborating my own complex lifestyle program. I already had a bunch of ideas – so it started swiftly.
With my medical degree in endocrinology I was able to smartly combine yoga techniques together with correct nutrition recommendations and come up with a neat program that would improve self-comprehension of many people struggling with their weight problems and overall dissatisfaction.
My clients – people are diverse,
but one thing unites all: an active position in life.