In a state of freedance, I looked in the mirror in the dark, and met the dark magic, powerful goddess who lives in my reflection.
She scares me, but I can’t live without her. She is part of me and must be heard.
What does she want?
I can’t see her face clearly – it is blurry and so dark, she just looks at me, and it seems at any moment that she will morph into the powerful darkness.
I just have to keep dancing.
Who is she? I want to know her.
She has always been there, since I was a little girl, I have been running from her. She scares me with her power.
She has always been there, since I was a little girl, I have been running from her. She scares me with her power.
But she is me.
Written and photographed while living in Cairo, Spring 2011
