A living sculpture of a 50-year-old woman.
The woman as an object. Or is there more behind it? Can she tell a story with just her being here?
Society has its own associations with a 50-year-old woman. The time in which one seems young one day and old the next. The time in which one is many.
Or.
With 50 one has nothing to hide anymore. One is who one is. No reason to have to defend oneself to others. Not everything has to be spoken out. Being speaks for itself. Speaks for itself for the richness of that which has been lived so far.
photos by Elena Kaleva and Ivan Donchev
