“ The encounter with the feminine does not proceed in the acquisition of a knowledge. It is the encounter with the mystery of things”
Le Féminin de l’Etre, Annick de Souzenelle
- personal research
Starting blocks, 2018
Maria José Flores Lozado :
"The context in which Carpit Me occurs is that of a feminist wave. In Mexico and in several countries of the world, either by a lucid and forceful point of view or by simple commercial inertia, the issue of women's empowerment has rebounded in different ways and knowledge.
In Gabrielle's case, the search goes zig zag when it comes to finding what she prefers to call the fierceness of femininity, since it takes distance from Marianist or feminist proposals and victimization states. Although its sensitivity is combined with the characteristics of its present, it avoids fitting into the tendentious topic.
This search goes inward. Seeing and feeling below the bowels, right where the mystery and knowledge that women of ancient civilizations, gathered during purification days, shared in a red camping tent each moon cycle. This connection with the only natural satellite that has accompanied the Earth is a focus of attention for Birnholz. Its different phases deployed and reflected by the inner knowledge of women, who every so often assume a completely living and transforming phenomenon, where it is purified, constructed, completed, destroyed. And for that, all the feminine fierceness. "
Translation from the original text available below.*
“I realised to my chagrin that no train was waiting for me at the station, that no hour had struck. I lay in the murky light while my body, unbearably frightened, crushed my spirit with fear, and my spirit crushed my body, whose tiniest fibres cringed in apprehension that nothing would ever happen, nothing ever change, that nothing would ever come to pass, and whatever I undertook, nothing, but nothing, would ever come of it. It was the dread of nonexistence, the terror of extinction, it was the angst of non life, the fear of unreality, a biological scream of all my cells in the face of disintegration when all would be blown to pieces and scattered to the winds. It was the fear of unseemly pettiness and mediocrity, the fright of distraction, panic at fragmentation, the dread of rape from within and of rape that was threatening me from without - but most important, there was something on my heels at all times, something that I would call a sense of inner, intermolecular mockery and derision, an inbred superlaugh of my bodily parts and the analogous parts of my spirit, all running wild” Ferdydurke, Witold Gombrowicz
This project was started in 2018, at Casa Lu, CDMX, Mexico.
Special Thanks to :
- Emma del Rey
- Namen Basil
- Guadalupe Quesada
- Charlène Andjembe
- Pamela Jijon
- Elena Jijon
- Dr Fuentes