Rituality

Self Portrait, Lockdown March - May 2020

I didn’t decide it.
I find myself alone in my house.
The walls become the background of my emotions.
There is no anger, revenge.
A new rhythm is born in my heart
and the energy moves in my body.
I enter the silence.
I abandon myself to my essence…
The mask is transformed:
From alienating loss of identity
to hope for a new freedom.

Text by Anna Parisi