Alone

There was no one in the apartment: just me, my problems, and the camera, skeptically observing everything that was happening. I started with shots of my back, twisted like a tightly wound spring. With each click of the shutter, I sank deeper into my thoughts, not noticing how the camera was capturing me. I drew inspiration from my own isolation and insecurity, and later—from my body, from its smooth lines and contours, revealing my femininity.This became a process of rethinking and accepting myself, everything I had experienced, missed, and achieved, and, in the end, shedding the unnecessary layers of everyday life.