Inhale

Every time I see a picture, I try to imagine myself in it.

When I came up with the basic idea of this project, I decided to look for a picture as the starting point. I searched in hundreds of web pages until I saw this image. A picture which made me shocked; for the first time I could imagine myself in it. I had reached a deadlock which was pleasant to me. This might have been what made me interested. I looked more carefully. At first glance, the texture of the wall represented the tallies of prisoners, but when I noticed the title, I changed all my presuppositions. I tried to imagine myself in it. I saw a blurred and repetitive picture of me; under the light of a flash, in the mist of conflict between life and death. Unlike the general atmosphere of the picture, I had not imagined darkness.

It was then when I started thinking about death and birth. However, a new birth in my family might have affected me; a birth which is the beginning of death to me. 

Looking forward to probing myself about death and birth, I picked up my camera and took a photo of myself. I liked the photo to be full of light, full of flash, but a light which has been suffocated, since gas and suffocation were also in my mind. I came up with the idea of using a lightbox, not with the transparent glass this time, but with the frosted glass, so that it is a representation of the suffocation.