We tend to accept the common notion that death is the end of a form of life. For most living organisms like plants and humans death not only signifies an end but also precludes a necessary beginning for new life. In this work the fragile and often futile existence of a single human form is celebrated within the context of the immortal cycle of life. While the intricate network of human veins and arteries flow back to the earth from where they were taken, new life meanwhile rises triumphantly from their ashes. Delicately tactile, and intricately detailed, Aint got no money, aint got no hair is a work that demonstrates the inherent beauty of life through death.