MOST OF ME

Most of Me is a year-long diary. The 365 photographs do not show what happened. Rather, they reveal traces: moods, repetitions, changes.   Perhaps taking daily photographs of myself is also a form of distance. Although I perceive myself and capture myself, I simultaneously turn myself into my own counterpart. Into a subject. Into an archive. I detach myself – even as I perceive myself intensely – by photographing myself. The sheer volume of photos – one every day – makes each one less important. The same goes for my emotional experiences. They get lost in the volume and diminish each other. This raises the question of what happens to all the images we produce every day. How can the overwhelming number of photographs stored on a smartphone be artistically processed? Why do I photograph myself every day in the first place? And what am I looking for in my own faces?   Perhaps it’s about memory. Perhaps it’s about control. Perhaps it’s about the fear of losing a moment. Or perhaps it’s an attempt to find myself again and again.   365 photos. One year. Most of Me.