A group 12 women open up about their body sensations.
They are not afraid anymore
and everything can be said here. In the Room 2.
Enter here only early morning.
Look at yourself in this dark shape.
Look at your eyes. Look at you!
Yourself is your home!/
yourself is your only one home.
Your throat might be dry after the night.
And your mind might be cloudy,
or full of water.
Accept / Observe.
Evelyn Bencicova - Slovak
WOMAN'S BODY IN WOMAN'S HAND.
Photo series click to move them into the room
< her vocal story about isolation.
Ally Zlatar - Canadian
For someone such as myself my illnesses have gotten worse because of the isolation. Being stuck with yourself for so long, makes you truly aware of who you are and how strongly an illness can consume you. The pandemic has made it more apparent that taking care of your mental well being and psychological state is crucial in order to survive the current situation.
Every morning I look at the sky, examine my feelings and paint them on the small paper.
After that, my stress and anxiety are gradually formed into something concrete. Then I developed them into words and sentences by reading and writing process .
Yodchat Bupasiri - Thai |
Texts & Paintings
In 2017 and 2019 I had a chance to create the book covers for the Thai translation of Leonowens’ "The Romance of the Harem", and the English version of “The English Governess at the Siamese Court”. Reading her short stories and memoir during my book cover making process exceedingly affected my feeling in some way. I have started to create many collaged poems from Leonowens’ text in Thai since then. In May 2020 during the pandemic, I have started to paint the small black clouds daily to release my stress, together with copying Leonowens' original text with my handwriting. Then I collage those texts together by selecting some words, phrases, and sentences that reflect my emotions each day.
Title of the series:
“I almost trembled as the unfriendly clouds drove out the lingering tints of day.” - Anna Leonowens
— *Anna Leonowens came to Siam in 1862 by the invitation of King Mongkut. Being an English teacher for royal family members, an unofficial king’s secretary, and a foreign affairs consultant made Anna indirectly hold the position of Siamese Court insider at that time.
Georgia her scream here
Liz Penniman - American
Paintings & voice
Aze Ong - Filipino
Textile Art & Performance
I created a wearable textile sculpture produced while confined in my home to release my feelings.
Magdalena Stachowiak - Polish
Inversion of personal Poles
Sculptures + Poem + Vocal testimonial
Hirsutism is incurable disease which took my courage and boldness. I can only change it in my head and I try to do it. For this reason, I created a series of works from paper, plaster casts and hair. I try to reverse my personal poles of thinking, seeing and feeling.
"One small trifle on the right,
a few more two millimeters to the left.
Then a slightly clearer line at the top and a whole series of lines at the bottom. Another group of points and scratches is arranged next to it and wanders with a soft curve to the horizon border.
Long arches, short lines, sets of dots - these are the indicators of their age, vitality and duration. Differences in their lengths and thicknesses are a type of whim that nobody controls.
The body is a draftsman. Out of control, the will of the owner's soul imprints what he wants...
Over time, the landscape fills up more and more, and its pure white is overcome by vibrations of fine black, which apparently cannot be seen at all. And it can't be changed. I watch this line dance carefully every day. The drawing spectacle takes place very close.
I stubbornly try to hide it all, erase it, tear it out and lose it. I will always try.
But above all, I'm trying to deal with it. I turn the poles of my own thinking, looking, noticing and experiencing.
Maybe someday I'll be able to reverse them completely."
OF POLES >>
Charlotte Cornaton - French
Red NoteBook + Bones Ceramics
During the confinement, I was locked down in my ceramic workshop. The words from the radio « We will count our dead » gave me great anxiety and I started making ceramics bones in pile.
But outside, just in front of my window, the flowers were still blooming, spring was there as if nothing was happening so I modeled a vulva flower, growing from that pile of bones.
It echoes women resilience, even fading, vanishing, disembodied, it rise : through the struggle.'