These companion pieces make up a self portrait that depicts myself through the eyes of the dentist. Doctors hold a unique level of intimacy with us. The X-ray privileges a dentist to see parts of my body unseen by anyone else. They learn intimate details about my life and my habits, they judge what kind of person I am. When I sit in their chair, I am childish and irresponsible. I don’t care for my teeth on purpose, for fun. This is the person they decide that I am. And yet, to a dentist I am not a person. I am only my teeth. Their specialty forces depersonalization, and I become a fraction of myself. But this fraction is as true of a representation of myself as any other.