temporal hypnosis
This project is born one day that I like to call ‘temporal hypnosis’.
I started to take a selfportrait, because I needed a new one for my CV.
I took the first photo..but I start thinking how is difficult my new life in Paris. I came without any contact, living in a 9 m2 room, under the roof ('wc sur palier').
The thought: I need a job, one as another, to pay the rent, the bills, inspired me the series of ‘temporal hypnosis’.
More I photographed, more I didn’t like the picture I did before, full of the emotion:
I-still-have-to-learn-how-to-survive!
I felt the solitude of the responsibility of oneself.
That’s the reason why I did two series of self-portraits, one in the bathroom, the other one in my room: the mistake came because I overexposed the photos.
Then I tilted my camera, and taking a part of the wall, I photographed just a part of my face.
Then other two mistakes came during the postproduction: too much grain and white, where it should be just black, has led to the birth of the project.
A naked woman, it seems can count just on herself.
Depth lies beneath the surface.
That’s why a body with a covered face, difficult to identify, to control, homologate.
Sometimes I feel exiled, recluse, the weight of thoughts, sometimes free to be.
I started to take a selfportrait, because I needed a new one for my CV.
I took the first photo..but I start thinking how is difficult my new life in Paris. I came without any contact, living in a 9 m2 room, under the roof ('wc sur palier').
The thought: I need a job, one as another, to pay the rent, the bills, inspired me the series of ‘temporal hypnosis’.
More I photographed, more I didn’t like the picture I did before, full of the emotion:
I-still-have-to-learn-how-to-survive!
I felt the solitude of the responsibility of oneself.
That’s the reason why I did two series of self-portraits, one in the bathroom, the other one in my room: the mistake came because I overexposed the photos.
Then I tilted my camera, and taking a part of the wall, I photographed just a part of my face.
Then other two mistakes came during the postproduction: too much grain and white, where it should be just black, has led to the birth of the project.
A naked woman, it seems can count just on herself.
Depth lies beneath the surface.
That’s why a body with a covered face, difficult to identify, to control, homologate.
Sometimes I feel exiled, recluse, the weight of thoughts, sometimes free to be.
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