Dear Miguel Clara Vasconcelos,
I put your words into my mouth, succulent daydreams on my tongue. I echo in whispers in a quiet room.
Traveling forever, not staying still. Traveling, while staying still.
The dream that never starts and never ends
All my soul is movement. I dissolve myself into the landscape ahead.
I will eat the trees that harm your path
Traveling inside the cry. In the confused fusion of love.
The deep slow warm pain under the corner of your second to last left rib.
Running, but being exhaled by something eternal. Indelible fragrance.
It is the witch in your pocket she feeds you warm roses
Traveling forever. Finding what isn’t there.
The memory you haven’t yet had but have already touched
In blind union we fly,
Tags: The Golden Triangle, poetry, film, Miguel Clara Vasconcelos, travel, transformation, reflection, dreams, imagination, adlib, exquisite corpse, blind duet, 120 words, postcards from an artist
DISLOCATE: Postcards from an Artist
Holla back, call and response, talking to the screen. April pens a series of postcards, poetic open letters, to the people, places and objects in a selection of this year’s films. These films have inhabited her dreams, salted her tears, stoked a hopeful anger. Art imitates life inspires art in this uninvited collaboration with the filmmakers, an exquisite corpse from film to word. Share on Facebook • Share on Twitter • Share on Google
In response to TRIÂNGULO DOURADO
ABOut the artist
April Banks is a conceptual artist, intentional inbetweener and border crosser. Driven by immersive observation and questioning, her obsession with research usually dissolves into happy accidents that shape shift between photography, installation, writing, and collaborative experiments.
Currently, April is melting her nostalgia for postcards into a multimedia digital project. The beauty of the postcard is how it travels simultaneously with the traveler, perhaps in the opposite direction, across borders where the traveler may not even be permitted to go. Everyone travels everyday, as much in (day) dreams, a walk to an ethnic food store, a book, a news article, a film, a song, as with a passport and a plane. She pairs her international peregrinations with time travel, traipsing through historical archives and memories, questioning what we think we know of the past and how it informs our cultural positioning systems.
Equally addicted as confused, she experiences travel as an existential conundrum, yet can’t seem to say no.
View more of April Banks' work here.