Thinking about turning them into a personal visual diary. Printing them out and compiling them in a book, almost like a journal but with images. Eventually, I’d love to experiment with making zines and maybe even putting together a physical or digital exhibition or submitting to a gallery. Don’t know but we’ll see.
taking pictures almost nude makes me feel so euphoric. like, i love living in my own skin. it’s sexy. the sheer physicality of it. I’m my own voyeur. My own visual director. Looking through my lens. Self-expression doesn’t have to be super defined
Working as a researcher has made growing older an even scarier concept to me.
The idea of aging became more tangible when I constantly started engaging with knowledge, observing changes, and understanding the fragility of things on a deeper level. It’s not just about the number of years but what those years do to you, your body, your senses, your ability to create and experience fully.
The thought of limitations creeping in is so terrifying.
i wish some of you had normal reactions to nudity. like relax it’s just a body. never seen one?