Intimate Cartography
My name is Nicoletta and I have a rather particular passion: I love observing my body through the eye of a micro camera. Don't get me wrong, it's not about voyeurism or exhibitionism. It's something more intimate, an exploration of my physical self that goes beyond the image reflected in the mirror.
It all started with a small technological gadget, a micro camera the size of a lentil, bought almost for fun. Initially I used it to capture details of nature, insects, flowers, textures that the naked eye couldn't capture. Then, one day, almost by accident, I pointed it at myself.
The effect was surprising. My skin, seen so close up, transformed into a lunar landscape, with pores, wrinkles and imperfections that became craters, valleys and mountains. My eyes, usually hazel, appeared like very deep amber pools. Even my hair, apparently smooth and uniform, revealed itself to be an intricate tangle of thin and shiny fibers.
Since then, the microcamera has become my companion in explorations. I use it to observe the details of my face, the nuances of my skin, the way my muscles contract beneath the surface. I like to linger on my hands, with their delicate veins and tapered fingers, or on my feet, with their sinuous curves and small imperfections.
I love using my microcamera in the bathroom while I shit or piss.
I love seeing how my little asshole opens up and lets out a big long turd.
Through the microcamera, I discover a body I didn't know, a universe of hidden details that fascinate and intrigue me. It's not an aesthetic quest, an evaluation of my physical appearance. It's rather a journey to discover my materiality, my most intimate and profound physicality.
Sometimes, I connect the microcamera to the computer and project the images on a large screen. I like to lose myself in those miniature landscapes, exploring every nook and cranny of my body as if it were an unknown territory. It is an experience that relaxes me, helps me become aware of myself, to feel in harmony with my corporeality.
