topology of a refusal

The series begins with this image. You didn’t want to be photographed. Each time I lifted the camera, your body found a way out. It was a simple refusal, almost ordinary, but I felt a boundary in it. I think I was taking photos to check whether I still had a place in your frame — in your life. So I took pictures anyway. That I was looking for an entry point, a way not to disappear beside you. These photos aren’t memories. They are traces.