My body is a vessel, an archive, a sensorial miracle of millions of receptions and projections.

Being in between the space of your eyes and myself. What is there mediated through my image of self? Social gaze has affected my body, my flesh, my narratives of self, my sense of margins, my relation to social acceptance.

Floating in between, negotiating, remembering, being afraid, being me in my body, within my suppressions, miracles and aggressions, my oppositions, my struggles, my failures and my departures. 

Trying to stage the experience of in between spaces. Social gaze and personal intentions transformed into thoughts, feelings, emotions, words, poems, songs, steps and movement of a self that is tracing its moods and positions on public, private and digital sense of self.

Me being embarrassed, searching the comfort, finding myself in discomfort, finding myself in limits, existential traps and maps of pleasure, leisure, pressure. Where is the limit between your gaze and my skin? I need to process this dialectic relation between image, context, figure, sense, shape, projection, form.

How can I stage experience? Expressing this state under the notion of anonymity. She is avoiding the moment of eye contact. She is receiving the gazes through their hapticality.  She is sensing.

She is trying to escape. She is manifesting against categorizations. She knows she is failing but she is going on. From another perspective she is guiding.

Contemplating shattered memories, faded stories, facing her own insecurity she builds up this space. Claiming a body that creates tension, question, relief and harmony in diffusion. Contemplating the moments of shame,the moments of shine, the moments of shy, the moments of she.

I am still negotiating how I can attend in this gazing game. How much to expose, how to create covers, how to hide. Images of perfectionism, beauty standards, seduction rules 

Confessions- Imageries - Distortions

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´Notes on self´

I am in limbo

I am sliding

I am building my codes

I am setting my limits

I am accepting

I am tracing again the impacts

I am wishing to communicate

I am here to seduce

I am here to process

I am here to choose

I am floating

I am hiding

I am blending

I am blowing

I am embracing this state

This interaction

This relation

This confrontation

This refusal

This loss

This encounter

This confession

This coincidence

It is a coincidence of a common snapshot, uncanny posture, not attractive pose. Can we handle this? Is this still true? Is this real? Am I real? What is the real image of me? Filters are welcome. You see me through the lines of this space, You see me through the clarity of a false map, through the lens of a distortion that is part of my possibility. Allegoric ego, allegory of a self, symbol of an inner desire or abstracted, undefined moment of a routine that is quiet failing.

´ B O D Y    A S    A     M A T T E R,    B O D Y     M A T T E R´

Skin, eyes and digestions___=_+___mumbling the discourse between image, context and form

I feel

I trace

Imageries of a bodish experience.

Saturation of body, material, body as a matter.

Saturation of self

Hiding a part can equal the exposition of another. 

 Hiding

This body 

This sonal body 

This imagery of a memory 

This dance 

This shadow 

She is a shadow, she is a hesitation, she wants to communicate a situation of hesitation,

She is hiding under, she is reflecting a shadow

She is guiding

She is questioning the manners of walking

She is leading a gaze

My flesh is hiding. I am dressed under. Skin is the limit where private becomes public, where inner becomes outer, where your gaze finds a land. I receive. I project. I digest. I am trying to understand this encounter of millions of receptions and projections. Can I negotiate? If yes, what is still unspoken?

´The Crotch and The Mane´