Though these photos seem seriously derivative of Robert and Shana Parkeharrison’s Architect’s Brother series, it may just be a common idée fixe. You know what I’m talking about. Haven’t you stared at your veins, thinking of tree roots? Or stared at branches, seeing your own capillaries echoed in the great fractal order of nature? No?

So, there are trees growing out these veins. Plants sprouting from those wrists. Dandelions. The horror… Seems like Canadian photographer Joel Robinson pulled it off, more or less, in the series Put Your Hands Up. We might have had the same reoccurring nightmares as kids, I think. They ended in the most dramatic gleaning scenes.

Maybe it’s a touch of Morgellons, the psychological disorder where one becomes convinced that tiny fivers are burrowing through your body, that you need to hook the thread and pull, pull, pull, pull…