I saw a tree bearing stones in the place of apples and pears
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Dates2022 - 2024
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- Locations Poland, Italy, Netherlands, Belgium, Northern Ireland
Meteorites, boulders, rocks, stones My child-like obsession that began innocently, fuelled with a curiosity:ย ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ
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๐๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ข๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ช๐ค ๐ค๐ฉ๐ถ๐ณ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ญ๐ข๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ค๐ด.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ช๐ณ๐ด๐ต ๐ค๐ญ๐ข๐ด๐ด ๐ช๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ข ๐ด๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ต.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ญ๐ข๐ด๐ด ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ข ๐ด๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ต, ๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ซ๐ฆ๐ค๐ต๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ท๐ฆ๐ด ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ญ๐ข๐ด๐ด ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ค ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ซ๐ฆ๐ค๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ข ๐ด๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ต.
๐๐ฐ ๐ค๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ญ๐ข๐ด๐ด ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ค๐ด, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฎ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ด๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ด. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ซ๐ฆ๐ค๐ต๐ด ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฑ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ๐ฅ๐ข๐บ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฆ - ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ข๐ค๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ.
Meteorites, boulders, rocks, stones
My child-like obsession that began innocently, fuelled with a curiosity:
What stories does a rock whisper?
Ancient mythology is filled with cautionary tales where young, eloquent females were punished for their outspokenness and turned into rocks.
A curse of Medusa meant that she transformed anyone she looked at into a rock: mute, passive, motionless and unable to express. Some rocks were believed to be gods, chained to the ground in case they decided to make a return to heavens; celebrated, feared. Some took on central roles in the communities, becoming places of worship, grief, sacrifice.
For over two years I have been collecting rock stories. Many of them belong to folk people, such as my ancestors: collectively woven myths that gave ground to caring rituals of relating to space, the land, to one another. Over time these stories fluctuate, gently passed from one generation to another.
The longer I give in to my obsession, the more I begin to believe that a rock is not mute at all, but perhaps, the most excellent storyteller of them all.
๐ ๐ด๐ข๐ธ ๐ข ๐ต๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ด is an exploration of a rock as a carrier of stories, a migratory body, a silent, mysterious visitor, filled with projections, dreams and fears. It is an investigation of the myths, stories and rituals and an act of reclaiming them back.