I used to worry about body image until I realised it's just a flesh vessel for my smokin' hot consciousness.

Like nearly all people assigned female at birth, I suffered from crippling body image from a very young age. Breaking free from the Male Gaze was a revelation of the self. I am not my body but its witness, pure consciousness in physical form.
Parallel to consciousness, light photons (which are essential to photography) experience neither space nor time—devoid of mass, they transcend the constraints of time as we perceive it, a constant dance through the fabric of existence.
I created this portrait using film that is over 30 years old. It has undergone a process I like to call "time soup." As the film aged, its emulsion became a canvas upon which time inscribed its mark. An exposure of light, possessing my reflection, peers into the echoes of time, and the boundaries between the past and present intertwine.
The photograph becomes a portal through which we may glimpse the ephemeral nature of our flesh suits and peer into the possibility of an eternal consciousness.