Let's see some wounds. // Läßt uns einige Wunden sehen. // Examinons ensemble quelques blessures. // 永遠有不妥協傷口。
1 75 hours ago
The first dream. Locating Silence.
I was standing on the shore. I could feel the gentle sea waters shuttling against my nimble bare feet. It must have been really early in the morning. There was no one else on the beach, the sand was still moist. The sky was a thin layer of purple yellow. I could almost see the Sun rise. At that moment, I saw something floating in the water - not too far from where I was standing. It seemed like a human, and it was. In only a few minutes I realised that it was human. Treading in the serene seawaters for a dawn dip. Perhaps she was also another traveler in the journey that I was on.
A couple of weeks ago I finally graduated from art academy.
For my graduation project I travelled all the way from the Netherlands to Boston to meet one of the few remaining siblings of my grandmother. As a white passing girl with an Indonesian father I’ve always felt strange, but strongly connected to my heritage. This is the kitchen of my great aunt Coba. Her curtains are traditional batik fabric from Indonesia, while the tiles are very Dutch “delfts blauw”. I still can’t believe I got the opportunity, time and resources to actually made this project reality. I’ll post more pictures with stories soon.
Non riusciamo a pensare a noi stessi senza parallelamente collocarci in un luogo: spesso accanto al ricordo personale si affianca quello di un determinato ambiente, che diventa “quinta” della nostra storia autobiografica.
Questi luoghi, che stimolano la nostra memoria spaziale, sono in grado di toccare corde intime e di rievocare sensazioni vissute e solo apparentemente dimenticate.
Ho voluto fotografare i luoghi della mia infanzia, simbolo della protezione, riparo e intimità, con un approccio sensoriale condizionato dalla luce, intrecciando metaforicamente mondo interiore e mondo esterno.
Santa Margherita di Pula, 2019