ONGOING PROJECT...
TOWARDS MYSELF
Standing in front of a camera is often a confrontation.
As Susan Sontag suggests, the camera not only shows; it also feels as if it judges.
And to avoid that judgment, we search for the “best” version of ourselves—
a selected, corrected, approved face.
As Susan Sontag suggests, the camera not only shows; it also feels as if it judges.
And to avoid that judgment, we search for the “best” version of ourselves—
a selected, corrected, approved face.
Yet this face is often not truly ours.
Between the person we want to be, the person we believe we are, the person we try to convince others that we are,
and the person we truly are,
we stand on the edge of a deep abyss.
and the person we truly are,
we stand on the edge of a deep abyss.
Between beauty and naturalness,
between reality and fiction,
we slowly lose ourselves.
between reality and fiction,
we slowly lose ourselves.
And over time,
we begin to believe that we are the person we try to appear as.
The growing emptiness inside us
is the echo of this belief.
we begin to believe that we are the person we try to appear as.
The growing emptiness inside us
is the echo of this belief.
This project begins precisely within that emptiness.
The camera is no longer just a tool;
it becomes a threshold,
a bridge.
it becomes a threshold,
a bridge.
Without direction, without posing,
without doing anything—
simply by being.
without doing anything—
simply by being.
In a moment freed from the noise of the mind,
away from distractions,
in that fragile threshold where you are left alone with yourself,
you encounter what you tried not to see,
what you chose not to hear,
what you hid in the deepest parts of yourself.
away from distractions,
in that fragile threshold where you are left alone with yourself,
you encounter what you tried not to see,
what you chose not to hear,
what you hid in the deepest parts of yourself.
And perhaps for the first time,
you look without running away.
you look without running away.
This encounter is not a rupture,
but a remembrance.
The beginning of returning to yourself,
accepting yourself as you are,
and building a relationship that is consistent with your own existence.
but a remembrance.
The beginning of returning to yourself,
accepting yourself as you are,
and building a relationship that is consistent with your own existence.
These photographs are not representations,
they are spaces of witnessing.
they are spaces of witnessing.
There is no pose here.
No role.
No approval.
No role.
No approval.
There is only you.
And the possibility of being truly seen,
perhaps for the first time,
as you are.
perhaps for the first time,
as you are.
Are you in?