
not friends.
And we are not friends. I can’t do it, I am sorry. I am not love. (S: “We Are Not Friends”)
And we are not friends. I can’t do it, I am sorry. I am not love. (S: “We Are Not Friends”)
When I take self-portraits I hardly ever rely on assistance, which makes it more difficult but also more challenging and interesting. These portraits of me tend to vary between two extremes: staged photography, and fragile portraits.
I’ve left this project on the side for a bit last year, but I am now back on track with it. I’ve been working on this series of portraits of skin for almost a year now and it’s on a issue which I feel is particularly important but poorly addressed – the creation of (physical) …
I went to the zoo and we had a party. an animal party!
Skin is the biggest organ we have. If it were to be stretched, it would measure up to 2m². Its size is immense and yet, in our daily routine we forget how important it is to us. In history, skin also has played an important cultural role: it was a canvas for scarification and tattoos, …
I’ve been obsessing over this song a lot. I’ve been photographing parts of my body a lot. ..& I’ve been trying to fix things Now all your love is wasted? Then who the hell was I? Now I’m breaking at the breeches And at the end of all your lines Bon Iver: Skinny Love
the problem about being in a conceptual art class is that sometimes, you start thinking conceptually even when you don’t want to; I’m doing a few tests for this new project I am working on. It’s sort of an extension of the “back to the old house/zwischenworte/theories on abandonment” project which keeps growing and growing. …
I’m older with every breath I take. Nothing ever happens Any more. I feel time passing Every second of it heavy. Sharman MacDonald, “After Juliet”
I’ve been locked inside that house all the while you hold the key And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me And even though there’s no way in knowing where to go I promise I’m going because I gotta I gotta get outta here And I’m begging …