Demeter has a photographer’s eye. While most anyone can take a picture of me (myself included) and have it come out to my satisfaction, the images that she creates are pure art.
One day she took my skin, some bathtime crayons, my favourite number, and the afternoon sunshine – and this was the result.
(There are black and white beauties on the click-throughs.)
How many numbers adorn my back? What does it mean?
What do I add up to? Am I the sum of thirteen nines, or do you need to add the freckles; carry the tattoos; do complicated formulae with scars and stretch-marks as well?
Crayon washes off. Skin sloughes away. We recreate ourselves daily, mindfully. I am who I wish to be – and I am who you choose to see.
But I still don’t know what that adds up to.