Kyklos
For fifteen days, at the same time, I sat on a photosensitive emulsion that I made myself with blueberries, blackberries and flowers. Its colours change as it is exposed to the sun, the source of life. My shadow builds a photograph day by day. At first it is red, then blue, reaching shades of brown.
On the emulsified paper my own stamp is formed, and on it is my last reproductive cycle. For thirty years, every month, my body has been going through a cycle. Only one month after the work was made, I begin my perimenopause*.
