I broke when listening to my voice and when letting go of the most basic part of myself. I explored the voice in my guts, the basics - my core. It was a powerful voice. A force I have no idea I have. That force that comes out from time to time to rescue me from drowning myself. I have no rational knowledge that that is my voice. That this is me.
Burst.
Release.
Let go.
I broke down hearing that loud sound that comes from my gut while looking at myself in the mirror and trying not to question myself. To not let myself be overcome by beauty. It's thinking that maybe I'm not as beautiful as I would like to be and accepting it. Accept my beauty. Facing myself and walking towards a future. With the vocal cords geared to my core. How powerful that voice is and its power. What I don't believe.
Made on Medium-format film.
My deep, strong voice.
It has a penetrating tear.
It is not beautiful.