Alienating oneself, creating isolation with borders, is not only about solitude, is not about hiding either. Is about finding portals that interlock the external world and the internal without any pathological implications to it. The feeling of being segregated makes you so self aware of the outside, you can only think of it. Makes you feel like you understand it, all the external things. Makes you feel like you’re compressing yourself into a particle that defies the external. Makes you feel space. The internal becomes the infinite route to the external. And time merges with space. The dimensions become blurry. When dripping out of borders, we coalesce.
|Self portrait by Claude Cahun|
|Self portrait by Francesca Woodman|
|By Tim Walker|