Cecilie Fang Jensen
All tongues are moving, but we don’t hear them all
I grew up with my mother and the mother of my mother, whose mother tongue of Mandarin I could never entirely grasp. Growing up I realized sometimes care is visible through actions and invisible in words. Leaving the country of their native tongue, I could only witness the struggle of learning a new one. Being a witness to exclusion, when one is moving one’s tongue, but one’s words are moving nowhere. All tongues are moving, but we don’t hear them all is a time-specific sound piece. With material resembling skin in a metal pond transforming over time, ice is changed daily to melt. A sensor detects the water and together with hydrophones, the transformation of water enables sound. Decaying to create anew. Words on [something-that-is-not-supposed-to-be-put-into-words] is a publication to be found at the reading table. Together the publication and installation explore silence as a space for resistance when language politicizes and marginalizes. Language is meant to be relational: To form relation(s) to others, when words move from one body to another. But in that exchange of words, we tend to forget how language is political. Forgetting that the language we are taught is the one with political value. Is sound a more inclusive exchange? Inviting to listening when sound crosses borders and is created by relations within a space. Drawing from intersectional feminist theory and moving to philosophy of senses, the work explores how sound connects more inclusively, when words do not.
from the flesh of the river
Can humanity decolonize water? Water seems to be everywhere. We carry it in our bodies. The water I drink is the same as the water another contains – one body of water gives to another and in that giving, water circulates around the question of responsibility.
Water has become a colonized material. One we perceive as there for our own consumption. I created my own material from water collected from the river Rhine. Sculpted it to be consumed in photographs. Let the water evaporate from it to circulate back to where it came from. Only to realize that what we have colonized can never be fully decolonized. The water I took can never fully be given back.
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