A lense that cannot see itself
To me, these kind of self studies mean exploration, like a questioning look into my own soul: Who am I, who could I be. It’s also a way of coping with all the pictures surrounding me everyday, everywhere. Perfect faces, magical eyes. Like a shield, I recreate this superficial perfection, knowing and learning that it’s not perfect at all. It’s roles and masks, almost playful, but beyond reality. The truth, yes, but a glimpse it only, an alternative one. Everyone is be beautiful, each in their own individual way.