THE SKIN WE WALK IN
&
THE MASKS WE WEAR

Exposed and bare 
an isoting strength, 
beauty behold at peace with oneself. 
I, and my body. 
The body is a form to which we must self relate 
and is the vessel that carries us through life. 
The body is the home of the self, 
the dwelling of the soul. 
Yet it can also be our prison and our burden. 
I am revered to my body. 
I, and the body. 
My photographs emote and question 
how women reveal their exposed vessel 
within the discomfort of revealed open spaces. 
We see a holding grip of one's discomfort, 
but an embracing reef of the skin 
in which WE walk in. 
We shield and protect ourselves 
in different ways. 
Masks are a blanket of comfort 
to hide behind, 
armour 
to create safety for oneself. 
When do you feel you? 

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