The Diary Of My Period Baby

One drop of experiment and I realize the beauty of the pain, the value of the period, fertilizing my whole being. The periodic elimination of my ovum with my menstrual flow inspired me to give birth to something which has a biological

The periodic elimination of my ovum with my menstrual flow inspired me to give birth to something which has a biological end, and to create the start of the end.

Tools: tampon, fingers. Materials/substances: menstrual flow, canvas. Duration: 9 months.

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Month 1

The Diary Of My Period Baby

More than 50 shades of red, and the continuous transformation of it, reaching a fragile color palette with that innocent attitude.

Month 2

The Diary Of My Period Baby

Month 3

The Diary Of My Period Baby

“I’m a bit shy…don’t expect to see my genital…don’t have expectations at all. Just accept me independently from my sexual orientation, my skin tone or my religious views…”

Month 4

The Diary Of My Period Baby

The value of the period turns into some strange shape, and the drop gets larger and larger, reserving the whole canvas residency…

Month 5

The Diary Of My Period Baby

“Look at this simple canvas, the comfortable womb of mine, which makes me stay so long, maybe forever…”

Month 6

The Diary Of My Period Baby

Another month… and the invasion of the drops rapes the virgin surface of the canvas.

Month 7

The Diary Of My Period Baby

What’s in your mind? Curiosity? Admiration? Disgust? Too many thoughts? Nothing at all? Maybe the same essential substance that you can see here outlining my head shape…

Month 8

The Diary Of My Period Baby

“I can feel the tension and your unpleasant pain, but I’m looking forward to be born, to be the start of your end…”

Month 9

The Diary Of My Period Baby

“The last month, and there’s no chance to be lost…”

When an ‘ovum dies’ an artwork is born

The Diary Of My Period Baby

“I have no preconceptions, no expectations, but I know I have a mission, even if I can’t see, talk or breathe, but you can see, talk, and even breathe instead of me too…”