Notes for a Self-Portrait
On returning to Argentina, after years of living abroad, certain questions were imposed on me: What is the nature of the experience of dwelling in between two languages? How to speak of he who I am, who I have been and will become? What is the name that names me?
The stammering attempt to provide an answer to these questions is the purpose of this series of self-portraits. A series initiated during 2018 and which deals patently with the matter of what is one’s own -language, name, body- and with the impossibility of its appropriation without remnant, without crack, and without shadow.
“How would I dare look at myself if I wasn’t wearing either a mask or distorting glasses?”
«I am, but also I am the other, the dead,
The other man of my own kin and name»
Jorge Luis Borges
«Everyone follows the fragment of night where one sinks.»