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The Shape Of Absence
There are things war has taken from our lives, and things time takes from our memories. Somewhere between the two, I try to hold on to whatever I can.
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Morning Tears
Grief has a strange way of bringing you back home. And somewhere between all of that, there was the sea.
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Archives From The Future
Could it be that we have been carrying fragments of the past, present, and future here, too? What if the coffee cup is a portal, a liminal space holding questions, doubts, fears, hopes, and dreams?
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The Stranger in Me
The fear they learned to live with. The silence they mistook for survival. And somehow, traces of those traumas can find their way into us.
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A Slab on My Chest
In the name of the tightening in my heart at every dawn. In the name of my inflamed joints. In the name of the stories my tongue never told, stories every pore of my skin memorised instead. In the name of the daily jolt that accompanies the beginning of my sleep. In the name of insomnia. In the name of anxiety…
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A Three-Dimensional Letter
Did my body sense it? The way animals sense an earthquake, or a tsunami? Even if my body did sense it through the constant sound of drones and the accumulated memory of a body living within an ongoing war, perhaps somewhere in my unconscious I was preparing for it.
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Bodies for Rent
She often felt that women spent their entire lives inhabiting their bodies as though they were rented apartments. They were not allowed to choose the furniture, the colour of the walls, or even the terms and duration of the lease.
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Invasion
An experimental short film about how the outside world colonizes the body, preventing it from fully inhabiting itself.
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My Body Remembers the Water
Maybe memory isn’t always preserved in photographs or books, but in movement, and in what the body inherits without words.
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Written in My Palms
Her limbs move with perfect precision, painting a picture, telling a scene, while she sinks into it with full awareness, letting her body take the helm. With complete fluidity and calm, it carries her back and forth towards the truest places, perhaps the most peaceful.
