THAT HAS BEEN
created by Maciek Stepniewski
curated by Mishelle Brito
presented by P21 Gallery
the day indeed has made us warm
and our cares have made us weak
driven no more by a longing to roam
we want to go back to our mother’s home
The Moon That Watches Over Me
The Plant In Garden Of Saint Yves
The House Where Wise Man Lived
ME COUR ME DIT
The Torment That Was Found Still
The Dune That Met Our Knees
1. a military operation in which enemy forces surround a town or building, cutting off essential supplies, with the aim of compelling those inside to surrender.
2. a group of herons.
As confused about ourselves as our ancestors, we now live in the world of information bombs, cynical great narrations and personalities being used as products. Nervous and excited, overwhelmed and brave, we pick up the smithereens. With our identities constantly under siege, confronting and contesting the reality around became a duty.
The Waves Closing In
The Scarecrow In The Field
The Thousand Years In A Hill
The Single Living Tree
The Flood You Could Not Forsee
The Coast Where Ships Used To Sink
In the time when humanity managed to destroy its own environment, impose suffering wherever it looked and isolate itself in self-induced numbness of both thoughts and emotions, we need to look at ourselves with honesty, knowing that we either oppose the inferno, or we become a part of it. We should transgress and transcend the norm that we were given, mold it with the world we wish for in hindsight.
We will need to ride the wind and fly close to the sun.
Sirocco is a Mediterranean wind that comes from the Sahara and can reach hurricane speeds in North Africa and Southern Europe. While passing over the sea, the sirocco picks up moisture; this results in rainfall in Italy, known locally as "blood rain" due to the red sand mixed with the rain. Sirocco is commonly perceived as causing unease and an irritable mood in people. The dust within the sirocco winds can cause abrasion in mechanical devices and penetrate buildings.
The Stream Where River Should Have Been
The Sunset Creeping In
The Wilderness For Finding Peace
The Soldiers Drawing Near
The Torment Of A Beast
The Moment Of Respite From Heat
we must lose sight of the shore to know what courage means
we must lose sight of who we are to know what we can be