You recognize yourself while changing. It´s easier to understand what you ceased to be - a child. But who are you know? Your body, such an unstable shell, takes on now contours too quickly. You thought you knew it, learned to manage this complex machanism, but it goes out of control. Skin gets transparent and your feelings are sharper. Long hair, sharp cheekbones, nervous fingers, knees... voice strained with anguish more often - you cry and scream and laugh. You want to be liked. You don´t yet let yourself properly see your beauty but are guessing where it may hide. You take your mother´s lipstick, the elder sister´s boots but don´t yet know how to use those weapons. You´re feeling lonely, misunderstood. Putting on masks that don´t suit you. Eager to become mature. The most delicate and fragile flower. It´s so easy to ruin, to cut it too early.

Irina Yulieva 1978 born, lives and works in Saint-Petersburg, Russia.