For absence and surplus alike, a single motion of the neck

This series is an going project about my journey dealing with a personality disorder, it’s about finally accepting my gross sensibility in all its excess and edges but above all it's a cure, it’s my personal search for a sense of belonging

I come from a family full of stories of mental illness and neurodivergence: my grandmother, my aunts, my father and then me. When I discovered I suffered from borderline personality disorder I was relieved that all the depression, the rage, the abortions, car accidents and all the infinite persecution of love started making some sort of sense, in all the chaos there was finally a glimpse of order. I spent months going to the woods to try and find some clarity and in the woods I started this series.

When you suffer from a mental disorder the first things that betray you are your senses, you either see and feel things as too close or too far away, you hear and experience things that aren’t there and almost everything ends up becoming either too much or too little, there’s rarely an appropriate measure. 

This series is an going project about my journey dealing with a personality disorder, it’s about finally accepting my gross sensibility in all its excess and edges, a path that has also shown me the healing potential of images and the power that comes from exorcising the past through pictures and visual experimentation. It's a ballad, a little diary all curled and entwined yet unleashed and untamed at the same time, but above all it’s a cure, it’s my personal search for a sense of belonging and peace, a way to move through time.