Die Intime ("Intimate" photo essay)
Feeling the need to elevate. To break. To isolate. To intervene. To give. To let go. To return.
Every day is a question. A relationship. A doubt. Two incorrect answers.
A query. What is to project? What is to love? There´s an internal voice constantly whispering in my ears. It never rests. It persists. It insists.
And there will come a day when I will find myself wandering around somewhere and I will finally be able to calm that voice down.
And it’s then when I hear my own empowering voice. It’s giving up. Creeping between action and stillness.
There we were.