‘Trắng từ buồng cây ra con sông’ Unfinished-letter for Gaza 2025 Art Auction for Palestine x Hoài Phương Mellingen Switzerland
Trắng từ buồng cây ra con sông.
Written and hand-drawn on dó paper, patched with recycled fabric, and a bundle of firewood gathered by the river.
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For what happened last year, those events brought up things from the past, where I was born, a war that has never been fully seen through, the sound of live broadcasts from those in power because of money, the days my body had to purge because of the machines, the unethical meetings for brand X, going blind for many years. Now they all consume me awfully slowly and uncomfortably, (why) does my life have to change completely, have I-I have been wrong too many times while all this pain has pressed down for so long, and alas, everyone suffers except those who would only like to taste the other side of pain. What will I have left to write tomorrow if I can’t even plant a pot of vegetables, care for a piece of land, share openly, go and learn more, and just dive in and do before I even complain?
Written and hand-drawn on dó paper, patched with recycled fabric, and a bundle of firewood gathered by the river.
For what happened last year, those events brought up things from the past, where I was born, a war that has never been fully seen through, the sound of live broadcasts from those in power because of money, the days my body had to purge because of the machines, the unethical meetings for brand X, going blind for many years. Now they all consume me awfully slowly and uncomfortably, (why) does my life have to change completely, have I-I have been wrong too many times while all this pain has pressed down for so long, and alas, everyone suffers except those who would only like to taste the other side of pain. What will I have left to write tomorrow if I can’t even plant a pot of vegetables, care for a piece of land, share openly, go and learn more, and just dive in and do before I even complain?
I press my pen on the paper: an old friend thinking about this strange time, angry yet wanting to forgive, grieving in a long letter, a stretch of river, a bush. Everything might be as simple as that, and yet it takes so much effort to discard a little and return closer to what has nurtured me. Writing and mending, repairing, just patching and fixing. Perhaps I must repair it in order to move forward because repairing is not just for myself.
The paper was sent as a gift by chị Phương - a persistent comrade&artist&fundraiser&.. who organized this Art Auction for Mohammed, their sisters, and the Water charity fund.