I
love the possibility of being able to transform myself. And make-up gives me
this opportunity. It’s an item that stimulates my self-esteem but, at the same
time, makes me feel dependent. Dependent on always having impeccable skin and
full lashes. The daily use of make-up makes me forget who I really am behind
that layer of foundation. Make-up can be like a mask with which you hide dark
circles from sleepless nights, but especially your insecurities. Besides
the aesthetics, it projects an unrealistic image. And you get used to what you
see in the mirror. This unrelenting search for perfection distances us from who
we really are. A while ago, I began to store used make-up remover pads, which
remove, every day, the make-up from my face. I made a painting with these dirty
pads and realized how it speaks volumes about myself, about my relationship
with make-up.
