When I was a child and I felt sad, I used to lock myself in my room, open the window, lay on the floor and wait for God to come and talk to me. We aren't friends anymore but I’ve kept the habit of talking to myself. Too many conspiracy theories are running inside my head to be able to differentiate what really matters anymore. So I silently accept the push of my subconscious, melancholy, anxiety and all the miserable thoughts.
My project is about observing myself during the lockdown. More specifically, it is about confronting the memories that have been hidden deep in my mind for years. When you are alone, you cannot run away from your body. It has also become impossible to banish these memories from your consciousness. Your body is the chronicler of everything you always want to escape.