مشاريع Projects

The Body as a Living Archive

The Body as a Living Archive is a storytelling and archiving project that begins with the body as more than a physical presence. It is a place that holds what we live through, archives what happens to us, and carries the traces of what we have loved and lost, what has been imposed on us and what we have resisted.

The body gathers these traces: belonging and uprooting, care and violence, intimacy and loss, survival and resistance, love and hate, rejection, denial, trauma, and the many other experiences that shape our relationship with ourselves and with the world.

The project explores how bodies move through the intertwined political, social, and economic realities of our region; what those realities leave behind in them; and how bodies are shaped by what surrounds them, resist it, adapt to it, and continually remake their relationship to it.

Through storytelling, literature, and the visual archive, the project follows what bodies tell us when memory becomes a trace: the places, people, and transformations they retain, and what they reveal about our relationship with ourselves, with one another, and with the places to which we belong.

The Body as a Living Archive, because nothing we live through passes without leaving a trace. It remains in the body, in its features, gestures, and transformations, bearing witness to what we have lived and what we continue to carry with us.


The Body as a Living Archive Audio-Visual

Invasion

An experimental short film about how the outside world colonizes the body, preventing it from fully inhabiting itself.


The Body as a Living Archive Audio-Visual

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.


The Body as a Living Archive Text

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.


The Body as a Living Archive Text

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.


The Body as a Living Archive Text

A Mask for Survival 

This insomnia and overthinking were nothing unusual for me. The nervous system does not wait for us to reach adulthood before it starts warning us that something is wrong, or that there may be danger.


The Body as a Living Archive Text

Melanin

A whole patriarchal system had produced this. It created standards of beauty and placed women at their mercy, making them spend more and more in order to fit them.


The Body as a Living Archive Text

Living Scars 

Many years passed before I understood that this fear had not appeared inside me from nowhere. Something happened on that distant day, a day whose details my mind has mostly erased. Something that left scars on my body and my spirit and never truly left me.


The Body as a Living Archive Text

Geography of the Body

Five years of prison for my body. Deprivation of everything, movement, and freedom. Why? This is the price of politics in my country. Whom do I consult, complain to, scream to, or question? God.


The Body as a Living Archive Text

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.


The Body as a Living Archive Text

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…


The Body as a Living Archive Audio-Visual

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.


The Body as a Living Archive Audio-Visual

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?


The Body as a Living Archive Audio-Visual

Morning Tears

Grief has a strange way of bringing you back home. And somewhere between all of that, there was the sea.


The Body as a Living Archive Audio-Visual

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.