We are numbers.
We are statistics.
We are dots on a map of terror.
We are newspaper articles, now not even on the front page.
We are destined to disappear when we bother a husband, a lover, a father, a brother, sometimes we bother a stranger who bothers us on the street.
We are not blood, flesh, soul, thoughts, feelings, emotions.
We are routine investigations, left unfinished.
My project was born from the horror of seeing how many numbers, how many names appear when you type the word "femicide", all over the world. I felt the urge to write, in my own way, yet another complaint.
I asked my colleague photographers to pose to "engrave" on their bodies the names of the women killed.
Coarse-grained photos, like old photos in old newspapers.
A tattoo on our women´s skin, not to forget.
A project that, unfortunately, seems to never end.
The names, dates and places that appear on the photos were taken from the article "Femicides, the massacre of women does not stop," La Repubblica, 7 May 2021
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