Portraying people who tried to commit suicide, but weren’t successful, who are today balanced individuals, pictured in the very spot of their attempt with a smile on their faces. This is the most condensed, and as such, the most precise description of this project. Of this autobiographical project. Because I come from a successfully suicidal family. My nuclear family (Mom, Dad, brother and I) has been reduced by half. To the female half. My life experience is quite tinted by this, as well as by some other over-simplifications. My attitudes too. The way I react. The way I perceive things.
And no, I cannot say that I have grown to love life, come to understood its value, that I’ve wisely learnt from other people’s experiences, that I started to live life to the fullest owing to my experiences of loss.
And yet, I love life, I think it is precious when you feel it as such; I am trying to learn from other people’s experiences, I live the fullest life I possibly can.
This project is imagined as an Ode to Life. Life, a fact we all share. We are alive, aren’t we? To life that is diverse, but most of all educational. It is broadening. To life that allows us to paint it ourselves. We are the ones who determine the colour of our experience. This portrayed group of decisives has a more comprehensive experience because, I’d dare to say, they’ve chosen both options – the one in which you leave and the one in which you stay. They stayed for a reason. Fine, they were spared for a reason. Certainly, a reason.
We don’t know the reason, it’s been said.
I think we do.
Life is beautiful. If we see it as beautiful. Because of its diversity and experience. Because we choose. Because we are here. This is one decisive project. A project which does not hide its weaknesses, but rather uses them as a helping hand. A project that refutes loneliness amid desperation.
A project that employs colour.
