The images act as a sudden consciousness of my existence as a living organism. 

 

I accidentally cut my ankle while shaving and couldn't stop the bleeding. Each time I wiped away I could see the cells under my skin that gave out more blood. When we bleed we are reminded of our mortality. I also photographed the tissue I used to wipe the blood away. The blood bloomed on the paper and created an organic look as if it was also a living thing.

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When I see the blood on the tissue I am reminded of menstruation which is particularly fitting with my topic of growing up.