I started taking pictures during my teenage years, perhaps the period in which we perceive the concept of identity as mutable more than ever. For some years now, mutation, transformation, is a radical process that has overturned me.
I am interested into talking about identity because although it is one of the most discussed topics, I think it is also an ambiguous and misunderstood concept. I believe this happens because the current matter around its definition is incomplete. Identity often seems to be described as the point where all the facts on human experience converge and therefore anything becomes a matter that concerns it.
There seems to be a fundamentally incorrect correspondence between the innermost awareness of ourselves – the answer to the question “who am I?” – and our identity which is a series of characteristics that we internalize after a long process.
If identity is a construction that we create to be able to identify and recognize ourselves in society without losing the perception of our individuality, then it means that there are codes and if there are codes there is a language.
I am interested in that possibility of transposing into the tangible, of focusing on who I am through visual research, but without taking away the aspect of mutability that is instead lost in a conversation and which for me is fundamental because it explains the pain I have always felt in going through changes.
The body is the meeting point – the mediator – between us and the world. It is constantly changing, but it has a certain memory that is preserved in the most unexpected ways.