Dear Aphrodite is a letter, a poem, an ode to melancholy. Dear Aphrodite is a person in crisis. Dear Aphrodite is an attempt at healing. Dear Aphrodite began as a digital performance and travelled only to become a strange film. 

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It is an exercise in self reflection, documentation and commentary that is hard to define and is not ready to be boxed into a category. Not unlike the creator of the piece, it yearns to belong and yet doesn't want to fit in. 

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More than anything, Dear Aphrodite is the process of looking at oneself, asking important questions, both personal and political. It is not a document of self love. On the contrary, there are too many things which hint at self hatred. But maybe there is a thin line between the two, and the text and images keep jumping from one side to another in search of answers. 

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Disability, body image, love, loneliness form the core of these conversations and yet it is also a love song, a sad one, but a love song nonetheless.