“I got under my skin. This is my moment catched identity. Blood is thicker than rhythm, drums are my ecstasy. You are my skin, my biggest organ keeping me breathing. I catch my breath, hold it in for a second. My ending, I take it in to begin to be taken in. I am my skin, the pores to my inner sin. Sin made me a pure creature and rhythm freed me by it’s very nature. So, overflow me beauty and find my child. I am ready to play in the light. I don’t hide my skin. The covers gone to reveal what’s within. Without shame I grow old, within I’m pure gold.”

Photography: Elisabeth Mochner – Photographie