monologue
My monologue seems to have a lot of characters, and yet it doesn’t. Because they are all me, and yet they are not. I am in constant conflict and struggle with myself. But which character is the real one, where am I, which one am I?
I am looking for the answer to this with my cyanotypes. In my work I make photograms with my own body, folding technique and multiple exposures. Since I am both the model and the artist, conscious design only works partway: I can’t see myself from above lying on the paper. This kind of random factor releases me.
2020, cyanotypes, 70x100 cm each
Budapest International Foto Awards 2020, Best New Talent
