Monologue

• Photographer
  Sabrina Komár
• Prize
  Best New Talent

My monologue seems to have a lot of characters, and yet it doesn’t. Because it's all me, and yet it's not. I am in constant conflict and struggle with myself. But which character is the real one, where am I, which one am I? I am looking for the answer to this with my cyanotypes. In my work I make photograms with my own face and body, folding technique and multiple exposures. Since I am both the model and the artist, conscious design only works partway: I can’t see myself, my shadows precisely as lying on the paper. This kind of random factor releases me.