A woman lives inside her body. She is inseparable from the constant circle of birth and death, the seasons, the rotation of the earth. She is one with this world of change.
Being a voyeur, I live just outside of this world. Detached, I observe these changes from a slight distance. With my camera I capture instants of this constant flux, holding them still long enough to try to extract some small but lasting truth. I am memory and reflection.
For the moment I am using this blog to experiment with different styles of text-image relationship with the goal of publishing a fictional photographic narrative similar to Bettina Rheims' "Chambre Close". Victor is my fictional alter-ego voyeur-photographer.
Any feedback would be greatly appreciated!