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. 
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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.
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Evelyn Bencicova - Slovak
WOMAN'S BODY IN WOMAN'S HAND.
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< her vocal story about isolation. 
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Ally Zlatar - Canadian
EUPHORIA
 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.
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Marika Kochiashvili
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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.
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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."
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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.'

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Rimika Solloway - Japanese | SEEDS OF
This vocal essay revolves around how pregnancy and the woman’s body have been treated throughout history as something alien. A woman’s body is not her own. I knew that if I were to be pregnant, then a strong sense of alienation would happen to me, while I grew another heart and separated myself from another being.
 
This is the human contradiction. How can a person be one and two at the same time? In lockdown we try to sustain a feeling of community, even in isolation. We feel closer to strangers because we are all in the same boat. We feel more friendly while also afraid. The contradictions of our covid life are everywhere, and so, I found writing about pregnancy - this innate alienation of my body - was a good way to cope.
Andréa Acker - Brazilian
sculpture / embroidery/ collages
When quarantine started I was doing breast cancer treatment, so I had no room to fear the virus as cancer had taken all the "fear capacity" in my psyche. This piece, made with a linen tea towel inherited from my grandma, expresses my feeling of suffocation by not feeling welcomed by the people I live with but having nowhere else to go. Having to wear a mask while in the radiation machine was extra suffocating. I tried to erase the trauma by creating a more playful memory of that whole experience.
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I lost my sense of taste.
 
Annina Lehmann - German
Vocal essay.
The text reflects on the strong feelings of alienation and absurdity that I was haunted by during the lockdown period. Moving by way of a poetic logic of association through the writings of Václav Havel, across the bank of the Thames and to a balcony in Albert Camus’ novel The Plague, I realize that absurdity can help you to see the world in a different light, and ultimately make you return to the world with more urgency and love for it. Camus’ novel The Plague, I realize that absurdity can help you to see the world in a different light, and ultimately make you return to the world with more urgency and love for it.