I constantly analyse myself. This kind of self-analysis stems not so much from my own decision as from my obsessive-compulsive disorder and anxiety. I have never been so close physically and mentally to myself like in the period of last year’s lockdown and this was mentally much more exhausting than ever before. For the maximalism of my compulsion - which in many cases, manifested in an infinite retouching in relation to digital images - the finality and contingency of the polaroid means reassurance, I can not modify the image itself, but I can process it manually in any way afterwards.
