WORN OUT

I witness a passage. A passage is always a mourning and a birth, a sorrow and a joy, a terror and an anger. I know exactly where I want to go and I have no idea where my next step will lead me. That's living, no doubt, and I live fully, I live and wear myself out. I feel this weariness as I practically hear the ticking of time, a time heavy and gritty like sand scraping against skin, leaving burns, wounds, time's burns. I had never been aware of aging.

AI language models evolve very quickly, and it is now possible to create images very close to photography, my creative tool from before the digital era. I experimented this time only with this kind of reconciliation, deriving pleasure from imagining photographs I would have liked to take, impossible photographs, a reflexivity that allows me the indecency and beauty of a lean body, settings so simple they are impossible to find or inaccessible to create.

_ Milena Carbone