The art of being Lost

This self-portrait series is the personification of my darkest times and the visualization of self-discovery. It's the docmentation of the growing pains necessary to finding where I fit in and the amalgamation of who I am now.

The concept of being lost is a common experience in the journey of life and the thing that individualizes us is the labyrinth in which we wander to become found. I was at war with myself for a long time. Living under the pretense that all was not just lost but gone. This self-portrait series is the visualization of my self-discovery. It's the personification of my darkest times and the metamorphosis of my becoming.

This series transformed into a process of travelling across South Africa and Botswana to find where I belonged, where I fit in. This project touches on topics of grief, depression and loss but also the celebration of these low moments. As I look back, I realize that I didn't want to die but a part of me needed to. The sadness was me mourning the death of my old self. I needed to stay still for a while for the metamorphosis to take place. This series isnt just made up of photos and things, it’s a memoir. I figured the least I could do was celebrate the death I had been too afraid to speak about. The death of my old self. These photos explores the amalgamation of who I am now. To mourn the death of my identity and labyrinth of introspection. I aimed to create an experience that would help others and myself to heal. To embrace the liminality of being lost to mould into the acceptance of just being. The art of being lost is a physical space that encourages a sensory experience. To give unrestricted access to my broken pieces and my healing process. To shed light on the psychological growing pains of life and the daunting search for identity.