'traces'


archival pigment on rag paper

7 x 19 in - edition of 15

no. 1, 2008, printed 2019    buy now

no. 2, 2008, printed 2019    buy now

 

no. 3, 2008, printed 2019    buy now

 

no. 4, 2008, printed 2019    buy now

 

no. 5, 2008, printed 2019    buy now

 

no. 6, 2008, printed 2019    buy now

 

no. 7, 2008, printed 2019    buy now

 

no. 8, 2008, printed 2019    buy now

 

no. 9, 2008, printed 2019    buy now

 

no. 10, 2008, printed 2019    buy now

 

no. 11, 2008, printed 2019    buy now

 

no. 12, 2008, printed 2019    buy now

 

no. 13, 2008, printed 2019    buy now

 

no. 14, 2008, printed 2019    buy now

 

no. 15, 2008, printed 2019    buy now

 

no. 16, 2008, printed 2019    buy now

 

I have been tracing my fingers, skin creases, new hairs appearing, the slight of my eyes, the frown of my brows, the smiley corners of my mouth. I have been touching my ears, wondering how softly a sound I could hear, how loud I could resist. Sticking my tongue to new heights, tumbling my body to new hills. The relief of my body slowly dissolved into the geography around me. And I discovered the grass, the reeds, the rock and the dirt. Water made me so happy, and the sky got me lost, sometimes. I moved a finger and a leaf moved as well. I blew my chest out and joined the wind in its journey. I started tracing the birds and their wings, the clouds and their moon. I started taking steps and slowly grew into my own. As I discovered my body, I have doubted it, tested it, at times denied it, only in the end to unconditionally accepted it. A very familiar feeling took over me, as a window opened towards the outside and the others. A deeper level of understanding led me to shuffle myself in the skin, body, and the contours surrounding, tracing my whole being.

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