2017
Where is the boundary between them? Are they inextricably linked, or does one dissolve into the other?
Every encounter with oneself is a mourning for what is leaving, an anxiety before darkness, and a strange indifference to the inevitable. The anticipation of disappearance echoes the inaudibility of the body's origin. You remove the personal pronoun "I," mobilize your imagination, turn into chaos or a multi-layered photographic collage, and suddenly it turns out that no one takes your place.
Photography becomes a point of crystallization. It preserves the disintegrating body—caught, but not fixed, wounded, but present. At a certain moment, photography ceased to be just a tool and became a necessity—a way to stay on the surface, to capture a sense of presence.
This series is not a search, but an attempt to keep oneself in sight. To look at one's own image to make sure: you exist.
Every encounter with oneself is a mourning for what is leaving, an anxiety before darkness, and a strange indifference to the inevitable. The anticipation of disappearance echoes the inaudibility of the body's origin. You remove the personal pronoun "I," mobilize your imagination, turn into chaos or a multi-layered photographic collage, and suddenly it turns out that no one takes your place.
Photography becomes a point of crystallization. It preserves the disintegrating body—caught, but not fixed, wounded, but present. At a certain moment, photography ceased to be just a tool and became a necessity—a way to stay on the surface, to capture a sense of presence.
This series is not a search, but an attempt to keep oneself in sight. To look at one's own image to make sure: you exist.
