This selfie culture unnerves me. Everytime a friend posts a selfie of herself i think ,oh no,she’s at crisis point. She needs to see her image, she feels like her life has amounted to nothing, that she is fading away,disappearing.
That’s why i took these self portraits. My husband was diagonsed with death when our daughter was 20 weeks and I didn’t feel equipped for life without him. I took photos of myself obsessively. It was an excuse to get dressed, to not get dressed, it was proof i hadn’t disappeared , that I still existed.
i printed these images myself in the darkroom, each are one off’s,their battering reflecting life and how the knocks we take doesn’t take away any the beauty of being alive, if anything it deepens everything.
