How Do I Bury You If I Don't Have You Body: Counted, Graded, Numbered

This series exhibits my personal journey from clinical, sterile IVF treatments and the pain through photographs. In the lab, embryos are counted, graded and numbered like samples. They’re stored frozen together in the dark and quiet room like icy poles in the corner shop at night. During every embryo transfer cycle, the embryos were thawed and slid down the tube into my uterus. I just obsessively continued the monthly transfers, consuming my defrosted embryos, just to let them go through me. The aim of the journey became obscure. Mindlessly and obsessively, I continued the transfers, consuming them like bitterly cold icy poles. It became so painful that I just wanted it to be over.