|"Naked Wrist" by Blue Funambulist|
was supposed to feel like liberation, but actually it hurts. After more
than eight years wearing handmade braids on my right wrist they finally
got off. Two cuts, no blood. My tendency for keeping memories alive and
the fixation for giving extra-sensorial meanings to certain self-made
things has made this more difficult, for sure. However, the bigger
problem comes when they exhaust their possibilities. One, was not as
certain, felt and concrete as it should be. And the other, which always
was the one, was not beating anymore. The sense was lost, and I needed
to show myself clearly and physically than these things can happen in
Life. However, in this slightly thinner wrist, now there is a completely
white skin portion. Full of absence.
Somewhere in the Baltic Sea.
Blue Funambulist is a Spanish photographer whose "feelings and thoughts through art is the best thing that I have to share with the world."
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