This is Mike The Model, who shares an identity with Mike The Artist. Or rather, One Of The Mikes The Artist. I suppose the title came from my inability to avoid that imbecilic movie, "The DaVinci Code". Not because Mike represents the Sacred Feminine, far from it, in fact its polar opposite. I guess it was the way he was splayed on the bench like a patient etherized upon a table, creeping with little cats' feet... or some T.S. Eliot thing, you know, the guy who wrote "Cats". You know, like he was saying, "Take, eat, for this is my body, which was given for thee...but mind the hairs, they can get caught in your teeth."