Two years ago I gave a disposable camera to my
father, one to my mother and one to my sister
because we all lived far from each other at that time
and I wanted them to take pictures of what they were
seeing. It was a sort of necessity, I had to make a record
of the moments that they were living while I was not there.
During the COVID-19 quarantine, I put those negatives
in small glasses filled with watercolors, salt, water, and
left them on the balcony for a month without covering
them. I left them out in the open, like I was feeling in
that very moment, vulnerable to everything.
Every image has now several wounds, as I do
inside me after a difficult personal experience. From these wounds, new shapes and new things are now visible and some
of the frames have changed completely.
That's also how I see myself now. And as I finally see my scars now, I have learnt to take care and love myself more.