Until a couple of months ago, I had a dream and that was to make exhibitions and photobooks with the self-portraits I made. That dream is cruelly pushed far away from me when I ended up in hospital after a suicide attempt. No, I’m not proud about this, but it made me like who I am today and I want to show that real part of me.
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Hospitalized, I forced myself to go on making self-portraits. I just felt the need to ‘survive’ the horrible time. While photographing I discovered it felt as such a relieve. I was able to cry, to be angry, to be terrified and everything around that feelings which I was unable to show in real life.