CHRONOS
CHRONOS
“I simply think that water is the image of time.”
Watermark by Joseph Brodsky (1989)
Time is running outside me. Time is running inside me. One day, my time will be over. Everything is transient.
“Chronos” is a project about facing one’s own mortality. It is something that we fear the most. For this project, I collected symbols and metaphors regarding the transience of life. At first glance, these images seem very incoherent, but as they are put together, they tell a story about fragility and the vulnerability of human beings.
I make a lot of self-portraits. For me personally, it is a way of gathering knowledge and increasing my self-awareness. Each self-portrait is the answer to the question “Am I still alive?”
One day I was standing on the shore, watching the waves break against the rocks. I asked myself if water was able to feel pain? Strange thoughts come into my head when I look at the sea. My life is longer than the life of a wave, but it is much shorter than that of rocks.
The texture of human skin intimately resembles that of rocks, their weathered striations remind me of the wrinkles on my face.
I imagine that my skin is as old as these rocks.
I have a plethora of my medical images: X-rays, MRI and ultrasound images. From time to time, I look at these images and ask myself if they can be considered my portraits? Or are they portraits of my body? Or are they portraits of how my body feels? These images are usually created when the body is ill, vulnerable and weak. They remind me of my own mortality. When I look at them, I feel frightened and fascinated at the same time.
/2019/
Watermark by Joseph Brodsky (1989)
Time is running outside me. Time is running inside me. One day, my time will be over. Everything is transient.
“Chronos” is a project about facing one’s own mortality. It is something that we fear the most. For this project, I collected symbols and metaphors regarding the transience of life. At first glance, these images seem very incoherent, but as they are put together, they tell a story about fragility and the vulnerability of human beings.
I make a lot of self-portraits. For me personally, it is a way of gathering knowledge and increasing my self-awareness. Each self-portrait is the answer to the question “Am I still alive?”
One day I was standing on the shore, watching the waves break against the rocks. I asked myself if water was able to feel pain? Strange thoughts come into my head when I look at the sea. My life is longer than the life of a wave, but it is much shorter than that of rocks.
The texture of human skin intimately resembles that of rocks, their weathered striations remind me of the wrinkles on my face.
I imagine that my skin is as old as these rocks.
I have a plethora of my medical images: X-rays, MRI and ultrasound images. From time to time, I look at these images and ask myself if they can be considered my portraits? Or are they portraits of my body? Or are they portraits of how my body feels? These images are usually created when the body is ill, vulnerable and weak. They remind me of my own mortality. When I look at them, I feel frightened and fascinated at the same time.
/2019/
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