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THE MUMMIES FROM DRESDEN
 
A FOUND ALBUM IN DRESDEN WITH PHOTOGRAPHS,
FROM THE YEARS: 1930-1948
 
I covered all the faces with stitches in red embroidery thread,
Now this German family has become anonymous.
" For the Photograph is the advent of myself as other: a cunning dissociation of consciousness from identity."
Roland Barthes, Camera Lucida
 
 

Identity grows like a mosaic of moments—
first shaped in the gentle orbit of childhood,
then altered by experience, choice, and the bonds we keep or release.
Each piece, accepted or refused, becomes part of our unfolding design.

And within this design, a woman’s identity forms along its own quiet currents.
She moves through attraction, thought, pain, strength, and tenderness
in patterns that echo differently than a man’s.
Her smile carries meanings unspoken;
her resilience forms its own silent architecture.

These elements create an exclusively feminine lexicon—
a language of nuance and intuition,
a way of being that cannot be translated but only lived.

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