- Analog photographs of intimate (everyday) moments of a bleeding person
- 2x analog photographs in black/white (13x18cm)
- 2x analog photographs + digital post-processing (DINA3)
- Theme: Aesthetics and disgust, blood, connection with one's own body
I have been bleeding since I was eleven years old.
For sixteen years, I was taught to hide this part of my body, to control it, and to make it as invisible as possible. My period should be quiet, clean, uncomplicated – adapted to a daily routine that leaves little room for humanity.
Month after month, cycle after cycle, I tried to attach as little importance as possible to this part of my existence. I tried to distance myself from it – out of shame, out of habit, out of a desire to conform.
Only a few months ago, at 27 years old, sixteen years after my first period, I truly saw my blood for the first time: in a menstrual cup.
What surprised me most was my own reaction.
No revulsion. No shame. No feeling of embarrassment or burden.
Instead, for the first time, I felt a deep connection with my body.
Why is that?
Why do we hide this part of ourselves? Why do we feel disgust? Why do we even try to make it disappear?
Yet, this process clearly shows us what is happening in our bodies. It provides clues about health, about change, about life. It is an expression of strength and an essential part of our being.
The underlying system now seems clear to me: women* have been and are being led to alienate themselves from their own bodies, to diminish their needs, or even not to perceive them at all.
If we are constantly busy adapting, changing, or rejecting ourselves, there is little room to question the actual structures. Money is made from our bodies, our insecurities, and our supposed flaws. We pay to conceal, control, or make our natural processes invisible.
Therefore, for me, it is an act of resistance to ally myself with my body and to perceive it as powerful, valuable, and beautiful.
Because those who lose access to their own power are more easily silenced.
This photo series was created at the moment I stopped viewing my body as something that needed to be corrected, concealed, or controlled.
It speaks of blood not as a flaw, but as a visible part of femininity, physicality, life, and resistance.
