by Mie Hansson
by Mie Hansson
This is me. This is my self-portrait. Naked, juggling on feet, my flesh and bone wrapped in tape which warns of the breakability the person harbours; which suggests it be handled with care and consideration. I am displaying elements of weakness which are as prevalent in my body as the spryness of strength and therefore deserves no less than equal attention. Why? Because whatever i contain, of pride and shame, ultimately forms my character as a unit. And in wanting to become superior to my previous self, i must first come upon whichever elements in me i wish to rise above; that i wish to change. There are voices in my head, voices as real as lightning strikes, twittering and chattering of insecurity, envy, self-consciousness. Demonic voices of vice, of jealousy, of all them things i silence because by not giving them volume, i hope to keep their music down. On the wooden piedestal where i sat, waves of suffocation flushed in on me when i realised i had positioned myself within walls of fear and confrontation. In being strapped down by my fragility, the weight of weakness won over weight of strength. I took a pause, a breath; a different approach. Stay calm little woman. Stay calm. Surprisingly resolute, i surrendered to the truth. Like a corporeal present i began unwrapping faults of my character, and in freeing them i gave them room to openly surface. To have a word with them, unafraid, and their activities and origin.
This is me. This is my self-portrait. My flesh and bone wrapped in tape which warns of the breakability i harbour; which suggests i be handled with care and consideration. But no one else but i must handle myself with care and consideration. I am alone in this. This is my character. This is my body. This is my one life. I cannot breathe in a place of suffocation. So, knowing my targets, i pull my father’s rifle, hoping to watch my demons fall to the ground like clay pigeons.
Photograph captured by William Walsh
LĪBERĀNDUM opens at the Exposed exhibition, curated by Blair Zaye, at Ben Oakley Gallery in London @ 11.08.16. For more information, visit: benoakleygallery.com