“Présence”
This series is born while I photograph my children, but what I’m really documenting is what it costs to hold everything together.
These images are born from a space where the domestic becomes spectral, where tenderness collides with exhaustion, and where bodies become thresholds between worlds. I’m not behind the camera to observe, I’m there to stay alive and to mark what the inner and outer present may look like. This is not a portrait of motherhood. It is what it feels like to remain, when the house is full, the gestures suspended, and the self quietly slipping into the fabric of the day.
“ Nature spreads its fluids, women are moaning and men have daddy under their hats.”
C-print
Into the sunburnt land of Albania, the father lurks impartially fragmented between the strongs, the losts, the defeated, or the conquerors.
The stories that bind to the Father are banal, trivial, sexual and even holy.
“Self-portrait as a cat”
“Burrial”
C-print
I have casted my body in plaster and buried them on the 21st of May 2011, under a sand dune in the Netherlands.
Between the sea, which nibbles the land slowly, the ever-fleeting sand,
the buildings that everywhere get built up in emergency...
In this virgin land threatened by Time,
I wonder if this derisory body of mine will ever be history
before this old modernity may swallow it all.
In this dune, I planted my broken body
as a seed,
to perhaps become someday
a Venus.
