I believed I could break the depth the immensity
By my grief naked without contact without echo
I lay in my prison with virgin doors
Like a sensible dead man who was able to die (…)
I went without end towards the light
Life had a body, hope spread out its sail
Sleep streamed with dreams and the night
Promised the dawn trusting eyes (…)
Paul Éluard, “Death, Love, Life”
In May 2010 I was diagnosed with breast cancer. With the first image of this series, taken in June 2010, I initiated an arduous project of self awareness: taking a self portrait on every anniversary of this date.
The image appears naked, fragile, before a rough landscape that remains the same throughout the series and which evokes Mother Nature, solid and universal, lasting in time, but also being a place of rebirth.