I kept diet journals from 1986 to 1994. I started the first when I was twenty-one years old. For eight years, I wrote down absolutely everything I ate and photographed myself regularly.
These photos were not made to be shown; they are the result of an intimate, closed process. I took them governed by a need to look at myself, verify the minimal changes I had achieved by dieting, and explore my naked body from angles no mirror would provide. They relate the fissure between my body and its reflection, the profound need to construct an image of myself. By showing them, I became another observer of that chasm and transformed it into the main theme of my work. These journals pose questions regarding the dissociation between image and experience as well as the disturbing, hard to grasp relationship between photography and reality.