Start with four sides. Four rectangles that when standing cover a human completely. Stand encapsulated in this ridiculous pink box.
Carve holes through to break the isolation. It will respond by eating its own excretions. These will become layers, protrusions that ignore the geography they represent. Never lay quite flat, never stand entirely straight. Stand the sides again, check if they are still too square.
Cut many holes through this promise of insulation until the walls become too open to contain their own shape. Make the four become many, divide and multiply them until they cannot be puzzled in place again. Place is always in the making.
I encourage you to recreate this movement now as practice for the actual encounter: pass a warm knife down a chunk of butter. Do not focus the movement on your wrist, this block of butter goes up to your floating ribs: you will need to involve your whole arm probably some upper body as well. Make sure you place your feet right because you will need to be stable. If done slowly enough you will be able to feel the subtle resistance of matter gently giving in. In a melting manner.
Notice that smell of burnt foam, not pink at all.
Extracted chunks of the main figure become beginnings for new, smaller sculptures. As though not fully digested, these flow backwards, produce an acid taste in the mouth and end up being spat.