Raya Kassisieh Jordan, b. 1991
Further images
I can no longer locate the source of my feelings. The gaze is a prison but also a mode of being. I laugh, cry, scream, rest, recoup and then I do it again. The world, dissonant, distant, removed. Technology apart from us, we become machines. My memory is in my phone, my world so busy that I need an image to refresh a filed memory. I do not know anymore how I am real.