In the fall of 2020, in the depths of covid, I visited 50 people, most of them strangers. They showed me their scars, told me their stories and I then took moulds of their skin. I cast their scars into plaster, making a precise relief of past pain. This became an archive of scars in all shapes and sizes and stages of healing, from people from different walks of life. Accidents, self harm, operations, illnesses and everything in between. But this was also a platform for beautiful, raw and vulnerable moments between two people at a point in time where most people were, due to the pandemic, isolated and afraid.

I wanted to take the scars out of context and leave nothing behind but the perception.

The texture, the patterns, the feeling.

The places your imagination takes you.

This is a love letter to our skin that holds and protects us and always heals.