The only god left for me is change – as no prayer reaches deeper than shedding an old skin to find yourself afresh. Over and over again. What better way to soak it off than, slowly, in the space that exists only when there is you and me?
Always I make about it, only now I see it: what remains changes. My name is Rox Klijn (they/them). And with my camera I pose questions I never dared to ask out loud. To others and perhaps even more to myself. About being yourself without a mask. About body, gender and sexuality. About living and surviving. And all the while, whether I want to or not, about change.
