My monologue seems to have a lot of characters, and yet it doesn’t. Because it's all me, and yet it's not. I am in constant conflict and struggle with myself. But which character is the real one, which one am I? To this questions I am looking for the answer with my cyanotypes. In my series I make photograms with my own body, folding technique and multiple exposures. Since I am both the model and the artist, conscious design only works partway: I can’t see myself from above lying on the paper. This kind of random factor releases me.
