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.

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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.

D-visible