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The idea behind "Invisible" was to portray emotions and a personal story of people suffering from an invisible illness and/or a handicap. It all sprung from the picture Jimmy Machon did of Kimie Wrisberg who suffered from Scoliosis and had just gone through a spinal surgery, and gotten twenty screws and two titanium rods inserted into her back. A post was made to search for people on Facebook with hidden illnesses or handicap, and more than 150 people responded. From February to August 2019, Kimie and Jimmy Photographed, edited and created the visuals and the poetry to go along with each image. Each picture is a personal story portrayed through Kimie and Jimmy's imagination in collaboration with each model.
"Invisible" was created to bring awareness to all invisible illness and make it less taboo.
Billederne
Usynlige lidelser
Mathilde Weiergang
I look you in the eyes
I want you to know how I truly feel
My thoughts are chaotic and wild
My emotions raw and bottled up
Naked an exposed, I ask you to understand
Hiding is not an option anymore
I may not be perfect, but neither are you
I want you to see me, for who I really am
I look you in the eyes
I want you to know how I truly feel
My thoughts are chaotic and wild
My emotions raw and bottled up
Naked an exposed, I ask you to understand
Hiding is not an option anymore
I may not be perfect, but neither are you
I want you to see me, for who I really am
Lea Pallisgaard
Damaged muscles and nerves
I fear the unknown
While i spiral down this fragile web
Oh, may science hold the solution
Carried by the northern wind
Exoskeleton in movement
Designer hip dysplasia
The future of walking
Damaged muscles and nerves
I fear the unknown
While i spiral down this fragile web
Oh, may science hold the solution
Carried by the northern wind
Exoskeleton in movement
Designer hip dysplasia
The future of walking
Kimie Wrisberg
Living a life as a crooked tree
Curved as the canyon beneath
My beloved companion Mr. Opiate
I say farewell to your comfort
Once i woke in tears and cried in pain
With saw and drill, he mended my pain away
It is all gone for my curved back is now aligned
with bolted screws and titanium rods
Living a life as a crooked tree
Curved as the canyon beneath
My beloved companion Mr. Opiate
I say farewell to your comfort
Once i woke in tears and cried in pain
With saw and drill, he mended my pain away
It is all gone for my curved back is now aligned
with bolted screws and titanium rods
Kuno Katharina Friis
Held hostage for life
Blindfolded by nature
Unfamiliar shadows
And blurry dreams
Beauty fades to grey
And deception is king
And demons rule
Not just this parallel universe
Held hostage for life
Blindfolded by nature
Unfamiliar shadows
And blurry dreams
Beauty fades to grey
And deception is king
And demons rule
Not just this parallel universe
Tilde Millard Nykjær
On a bed of flowers
Controlled by a sleeping spell
Anchored in this slumber
And bound to the dreams
If not for science
She would not arise
A sad and gloomy life
If not for the healing vibes of the violin
On a bed of flowers
Controlled by a sleeping spell
Anchored in this slumber
And bound to the dreams
If not for science
She would not arise
A sad and gloomy life
If not for the healing vibes of the violin
Mette-Lucia Milbak Andersen
That insistent voice inside
A small shaft of light
That mirror-like reflection
From that flesh-tearing blade
Painful self-medication
I cut to forget, I cut to suppress
Every cut, every mark
Feelings manifested in a scar
That insistent voice inside
A small shaft of light
That mirror-like reflection
From that flesh-tearing blade
Painful self-medication
I cut to forget, I cut to suppress
Every cut, every mark
Feelings manifested in a scar
Jennie Jessen
Drawn like a moth to a flame
By your strong and jealous embrace
Trapped inside your cave
A prisoner in your personal playground
Threats and violence
Fresh wounds turns to scars
Transported from flesh
To the soul of a victim
Drawn like a moth to a flame
By your strong and jealous embrace
Trapped inside your cave
A prisoner in your personal playground
Threats and violence
Fresh wounds turns to scars
Transported from flesh
To the soul of a victim
Mia Louw Håkonson
Marked by wounds, red like roses
Ridged skin like bark of an old oak
Like ripples in river water
It spreads across her every curve
The silver mirror might tell the truth
But in her mind she will conquer
For she is like the flower calla
That signify magnificence and beauty
Marked by wounds, red like roses
Ridged skin like bark of an old oak
Like ripples in river water
It spreads across her every curve
The silver mirror might tell the truth
But in her mind she will conquer
For she is like the flower calla
That signify magnificence and beauty
Rebecca Lotte Faarborg Frandsen
Her hair was golden Like the dandelions
Harry was a comfort
But her pain was unspoken
Alone and neglected
Some dismiss her as weeds
But she still has every right
To be in this garden
Her hair was golden Like the dandelions
Harry was a comfort
But her pain was unspoken
Alone and neglected
Some dismiss her as weeds
But she still has every right
To be in this garden
Sarah Holse
Trapped in a chemical romance
Enslaved to his will and commands
Buried in a deep turmoil of hopelessness
She fought the creatures of the deep
Ripping her chains apart
The sun kissed her skin
She looked back one last time
Her oppressor had power no more
Trapped in a chemical romance
Enslaved to his will and commands
Buried in a deep turmoil of hopelessness
She fought the creatures of the deep
Ripping her chains apart
The sun kissed her skin
She looked back one last time
Her oppressor had power no more