the skin does not lie:
it’s a person’s age map;
it’s the paper where his choices, failures, passions, fears are written on.
the body defines ourselves, it stratifies and heals passing of time under veils, blankets and hidings. as the trunk to the trees.
Take it, trace it, map it
In every phase of life the essence is different. But what is the essence of life when you grow older? When you pass a certain age which seems to be a signal for society to move you to its fringes? At the same time you still have the desire to be seen, to be recognised by that same society. For what you are. For who you are.
Do you hide your real age (if needed by cosmetic interventions), do you accept or do you even fight these (unwritten) rules of society. Bodymaps is Lansink’s visual interpretation of this ambivalence showing compassion for women in this later stage of life. When ageing and the visible traces of life are evident. Do you hide these traces and scars or do you show and cherish them as memories of life?
Lansink interconnects these very feminine images with close up of traces from Mother Nature where human intervention has left deep impact. Contemplating if we better not intervene with these natural processes of ageing but instead show respect and embrace its outcome.