This image is part of I Wanted to Feel Something Real, a series born from the need to confront sensation, presence and vulnerability.
Shot on black and white analog film, the photograph embraces grain, imperfection and physical trace. Wrapped, pressed, almost sealed, the body becomes a site of tension , between protection and suffocation, desire and restraint. Skin records everything: pressure, breath, memory.
Through touch, texture and compression, the image explores what it means to feel alive , not through comfort, but through intensity.
To feel something real is sometimes to accept friction, fragility, and the quiet violence of being inside a body.
