Sara Lorusso, As a flower, 2022

“How can the photo of a flower hurt so much? If your photos, Sara, had a flavour it would be that of the wardrobe in which my mum stashed clean sheets and where I used to love hiding. If I close my eyes and smell As a flower’s photos, I squeeze my nose in clean laundry and wait for someone to come and look for me.” Laura Rositani