I sell diary prints—choose a date, and I'll copy the entry live. You set the price, starting at one euro. This work explores voyeurism, deconstructing fears of visibility and vulnerability for both me and the viewer. Entries, dating back to 2017, often emerged from dark times I avoid revisiting. This act is a raw invasion of my privacy. It questions how art can be sold authentically in capitalism and the extent of its performativity when sharing my innermost thoughts publicly. What value does my vulnerability hold, both to the buyer and to myself? Why am I doing this to myself?
