around me

18 Apr 2011

Letter 2+8

27 letters. What does it means? We are still so far! We are still occupied with our small daily things (the matter of our work), we are still trying to write to each other, we are still trying to look inside ourselves. But you see after 27 letters, such an arbitrary number, something has changed. We both felt the same – it is time to open the shell. We started longing for the world outside, the people outside, their feelings, their images, their words. What they might want to share or keep in silence about their ordinary life and about the world around them, around us. This very same world we’ve shared everyday. Whatever happens with us or next to us (minor thing and sometimes extraordinary things) reflects on our feelings and goes throughout us, affecting the way we face the world and express it. For now, we are still interested in woman voice. In what moves this voice, and how this voice is impressed.

As Marguerite Duras in the book Woman to Woman said: It’s a kind of feminine strength, which doesn’t explain itself, this refusal, and I think women could oppose with it. Men would always go immediately to discourse in order to explain, wouldn’t they, to make it explicit. But women could oppose it. They would feel it immediately, and I think that they would act if they had speech. Unfortunately, as things are, in 95 percent of the cases, everybody just follows along.

With hope we are in those 5 percent that remains still. We would like to expand our dialogue and invite other women to participate in it. We hope their different backgrounds, views and locations will add to our conversation. Despite of the distance and differences, we are sure we have at least few things in common: we are all women and we feel the world around us. So, we would like to know more about your feelings of the world around you.

So that, we have decided to invite 8 women we know to set a dialogue with us (don’t ask why 8 – it’s just a number, and it’s just a beginning). They are women who we know, who are from different places and backgrounds. We have asked them to send us a letter during the next 2 weeks (in any medium they want to) in response to a specific theme. Let’s see how it works. Letters from everywhere.

The first theme for dialogue is: around me.

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29 Apr 2011

Letter 29

sometimes I go there to eat fresh fruit

I like the beauty of some plastic flowers outside

remembering me japanese gardens I could barely imagine

so tiny and delicate

from their country

only the image of a soundless wave

the breathtaking violence of nature

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2 May 2011

Letter from Glaura

a shadow on the window
from the old house I keep all the memories
of a story that happened there and made me possible writing
writing is something essential
the very gesture that attaches me to the world
take it off and I die
as many others have said…
I keep going every single day trying to find the memory of
something that tells me where I take this strength from
maybe it is just an enormous desire to say
I love you
that’s all
I love you and nothing more

*glaura cardoso, brazil
(translation: ana carvalho and eduardo assis)

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3 May 2011

Letter from Yelena

Loophole.

I’m looking directly at time

in our busy time, then we all have

very little or no time at all.

*Yelena Popova, artist based in UK.

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4 May 2011

Letter from Renata

Around me, small fragments of daily life

Around me
bared feet
searching for a path
I go along
being the word
the sense
the direction
Even without a route
I’m the guide

(mother’s eyes)

In the heart of a babble
My words vanish
gather on the floor
Sometimes, someone stumbles on them
Pay attention
and a question will arise
From the seed word
springs up a clear speech

(teacher’s eyes)

It grows dark
the house becomes quiet
as the others fall asleep
I think I’m also going to sleep
’cause I am afraid to look

(eyes in the mirror)

*Renata Resende, Brazil ( historian, teacher and mother of João Pedro)

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5 May 2011

Letter from Luísa

*Luísa Horta, artist based in Brazil

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7 May 2011

Letter 30

we all run and run and run. no time. no breathe.

what for?

i have no answer. i am runner too.

i can see only a tiny piece of sky from my window.

and i dream about sea. calm sea.

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13 May 2011

Letter from Ko

The ground shook, the mass of water came and the wind of radiation blows.

Someone hung out the carp streamers called Koinobori on the Children’s day, 5th of May, praying boy’s healthy growth. They are swimming facing the Pacific Ocean with their all families.
*Ko Sakauchi, photographer from Tokyo.
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15 May 2011

Letter from Julia

what do I do? it feels like a huge puzzle, no. there are lots of pieces and I try to combine them.
The photography may be one of cores of my life. Everything is connected to it. My relationship with my husband David Dector, who is also photographer, my sons – they are big part of my photography. But it’s hard. I finished a book “Kitab Al-Balad” a year ago and it still haven’t been published, soon my second book will be finished and nothing. Why I’m doing that? Selfpeety is bad i know it.
So I do my photography and wait. At least I do it good.

*Julia Komissaroff, photographer from Israel.


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