Sometimes it seems like my whole body is full of bags filled with air.
Every time a bag bursts, the air inside is released and spreads throughout my body.
Some of it stays inside and increases the emptiness and some of it leaks out, adding another millimeter of isolation from the rest of the world. 

In my creative process I examine the relationship between the body and the void that fills it, and the external environment, through the layer of skin that separates the two.
What happens when the inner void blooms and expands?
Is our shell strong enough to contain it?
Does the inner void break it down and make it fragile?

 These are some of the questions I’m exploring through staged and treated photography of body parts and objects that simulate my body and skin. In an attempt to understand these emotions and try to reach the void trapped inside my shell, I strip down my skin; combining sculptural work and utilizing various materials while appropriating them to my body. The skin becomes a canvas, a substrate where thoughts and inner experiences can be imprinted, allowing them to be expressed outwards.