exploring the flowers that grow from our deepest wounds
Fleurs du mal
Since I was born a woman, my body didn't belonged to me.
My body owed grandchildren to my parents.
My body owed pleasure to my boyfriends.
My body owed enjoyment for the eyes of strangers.
My body owed attention to anyone who wished to judge it.
Flowers of evil is a meditative photography project that explores the journey towards belated appropriation of our own bodies. Four brave women brought their darkest pains to the studio - the inability to have a long-awaited child, anorexia and eating disorders hospitalisation, self-harming and self-shaming - and I invite you to witness how, from the most evil of places, grow the most beautiful flowers you'll ever see.
My body owed grandchildren to my parents.
My body owed pleasure to my boyfriends.
My body owed enjoyment for the eyes of strangers.
My body owed attention to anyone who wished to judge it.
Flowers of evil is a meditative photography project that explores the journey towards belated appropriation of our own bodies. Four brave women brought their darkest pains to the studio - the inability to have a long-awaited child, anorexia and eating disorders hospitalisation, self-harming and self-shaming - and I invite you to witness how, from the most evil of places, grow the most beautiful flowers you'll ever see.
