10.8 x 14.8 cm
2021-2022
Coated digital photo printing with gloss lamination 250g/m2
bring things to life
Based on the idea of incorporating myself into the space, being part of the house, I developed three photographs, in which parts of my body started to present a horizontal position in relation to the objects in the house. This idea of the body as part of the house, as a kind of organ, is related to the operational conceptcoexist, in which I assume it is necessaryperceive yourself withthe surrounding elements and not perceive through something. This understanding comes from contact with anthropologist Tim Ingold who argues that we need to blend into the environment, instead of just perceiving them as beings apart from it.(INGOLD, 2015).
the perspectivewithcan assume characteristics of topophilia and/or topophobia, in which the concept of topophilia refers to affinity relationships in spaces that generate good sensations(TUAN, 1980), and the concept of topophobia implies the opposite. By positioning myself with the space, both relationships can coexist. Furthermore, the body incorporated in the house takes on another sensorial perspective, so that I perceive with the house and not through it. This is the central idea of the photographs developed, which allowed me to bring things to life. Coexistencialize.
If I were the clay filter in my kitchen, I would pay attention to how the water passes through my candle, making it more drinkable. I would pay attention to every human being who came to get some water, their hands, their glasses, their bodies. I would reflect on the water that does not inhabit the rivers, but inhabits me. I would pay attention to the rain, which falls into the river and ends up inside me. I would pay attention to my body made of clay, fresh and natural like the earthen floor. I would pay attention to how each drop of water stops being full of chlorine and becomes more alive, more water. If I were the clay filter in my kitchen, I would definitely think about why humans don't thank me for filtering the water that keeps them alive.
If I were the clothes rack in my room, I would pay attention to how each piece of clothing, each bag hangs on me, some heavier, others as light as the wind. I would pay attention to my body made of wood: where did I come from? I would reflect on the wood that was killed to become me. I would think about how I would like not to carry death within me. I would pay attention to human hands and how they touch my wooden body, without ever paying attention to myself.
If I were the pillow on my bed, I would pay attention to the head that rests on me every night, to the hair that touches my body. I would think about how my head sometimes rests less than I'm used to and I'm left lying in bed, just watching the ceiling. I would pay attention to the flies flying, the light in my face all day long. I would reflect on where I came from and how I will die. Discarded in a landfill? Will they throw me there to die or will they kill me first, give me another possibility of existence, maybe recycle me? I'm afraid of humans.