I found in her an overwhelming femininity, that of a voluptuous and delicate body, which turns out to be exciting even when she doesn’t want it; that same femininity that seemed to block her breath like two hands around her neck. I have seen a fragile and vulnerable femininity, surrendered to emotions but without any desire to be horrified by the monsters of the past. Those same monsters that entered her life, taking her breath away and which, with immense effort, chased her out, recovering what she was: a powerful woman in a powerful body.
« There is always a reason why we allow a person to enter our life.There is always a reason why we allow a person to manipulate us, depersonalize us.
There is always a reason why we allow a person to overcome the common limits of physical and psychological violence. Our body speaks for us, transforms itself, transfigured by suffering, by pain, even before we become aware of it. The body has memory, just rethinking a strong emotion and here it transforms again, pain and suffering reappear. Through these photos I relive and defeat that pain and suffering. The prison of memories. The memory and trauma of my tight, strangled neck.
The desire to fight »