Cry Baby Cry, 2020
It's hard for me to cry. I hoard the sentiments like in a worn box in the attic. Then, when a moment comes as compressed as the darkness; loaded and heavy, intense and dark - the tears begin to trickle down my cheeks as if they have a life of their own. And crying is like catharsis; a ritual of purification; an ecstatic action; it breaks down layers of protection and cynicism that I worked so hard to cultivate. I remain naked, exposed, vulnerable. And when the last tear closes the tap for me, a breath comes that puts a moment of lightness, of light, of a heavy load that has just fallen over tired shoulders into my lungs.
The series of photographs is a personal interpretation of the concept "before dawn". The series is, in fact, a collection of portraits of crying that seeks to depict in an exposed and unapologetic way the emotional - personal and collective compression of this period.
The series calls for the normalization of crying, and invites the viewers to express the yoke of the period in unrestrained, liberating, unrestrained crying.