I made 12 white books. One book for one me.
A book is exchanged for a form of me(a plaster cast).
The first one was made by Jeremi in december. Then I went to Poland,with a list of planned visits, where I managed to collect eight more. The list consisted of friends, ex-boyfriends, lovers, family. I still had a few people to go to. The last one was made on the 8th of may and it's the most poorly done. People who made the forms are:
Right now I am making a photo album to sum up the whole story.
A big part of all this was a possibility to fail. The pictures were taken on a film, the casts made mostly by people who've never done this before and later transported on a plane. I wanted to have this chance of not knowing and of having everything go possibly wrong.
In the process I want to grasp a fenomenon of human error in the journey of self, as complex as it is. I like the discourse in which a plan meets chance, and a failure builds up a story. Searching for subtle symbols, I want this fragility to speak for itself.