Giulia Consorti
Photography
Intimacy
It happens one day when you look in the mirror and don't recognize yourself.
Who am I today, who have I been, who will I be in the future?
For a long time these questions and sensations crowded my mind, generating chaos and raising even more doubts.
I was sinking, I was aware of it as I was aware that the only person who could hold out his hand and save me was me.
I didn't recognize myself, I didn't know who I was, I had lost self-perception of my body and my soul.
It was necessary to learn to know each other again, recognize each other, love each other and if it is true that the body is the mirror of the soul, to get to the depths I had to start from this
My island, my body, my borders, my skin.
This much hated body, a body that feels, a body that speaks.
This skin is always too thin, which soaks into what surrounds it.
Always too much, always too little
Never in balance
Often in storms
I've always been good at feeling wrong due to a mistake.
Life slaps you sometimes and for beliefs, fear, modesty, education, shame you take them all and even turn the other cheek.
And so, you find yourself full of bruises, in a thousand pieces, and you don't know how to put yourself back together.
The island was necessary, to document its liberating journey.
L'isola era necessaria.
