" The artistic logic of the grotesque image ignores the closed smooth and impenetrable surface of the body and maintains only its excrescences (sprouts, buds) and orifices, only that which leads beyond the body’s limited space or into the body’s depths." (Mikhail Bakhtin, The Dialogic Imagination)
The grotesque and the carnival moment that releases it celebrates our fear and reminds of our fleshy organic origins. We are momentarily re-united with our pre-christian cultural history. All that official culture suppresses is allowed license and both the social and the flesh body are liberated. Like the Mayan figure of death said to live on our shoulder reminding us of our fate. The Carnival reminds us of our bloody births, our decaying flesh , our impending death and the perfect messy cycle of regeneration.