Sunday, July 31, 2005

heart-shaped scar

When I was nineteen, I saw a photograph, a slide, of Nan Goldin's Heart-Shaped Bruise: the blood-red burst, the thigh, the skirt yanked up. I didn't understand. Then I did. It was her leg, her bruise, her husband's or boyfriend's hand. Then I started to take pictures of myself in mirrors.

This scar is mine.