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Outdoors is a series of three experimental videos composed of found footage images and three original poems. It is inspired by the visual dimension of memory, and creates, throughout association, short stories on femininity inspired by past inner experience. By playing with the rhythm of the editing, I gradually add text to build tension and the non-literary narrative. It is as if fragments of a story could not make a whole, and therefore needed to be expressed by symbols. I draw from my own experiences, lived sensations and imaginary ones, to finally give them context through language.

Outdoors
two rows of compact square officer buildings continue

inviting white glaring light into an empty room
being filtered by rough leafs of flowers with fertile soil
caressing a body being laid down on a vast playground

a piece of furniture
from which an arrow of thought has been sent
now coming back to live inside the body
changing the color and shape of my ears eyes hair

dry water reservoir with its daily ebbs and flows
the days are being counted by a casual pocketbook
muted parental figure
makes you wait impatiently for a new one to come


Grow
small wooden house with two brown dusty armchairs and a comfortable sofa
many drawers where I hid a small pink panther box with a chewing gum
breathing has the same exploding quality as its taste
outside a square window welcoming sunflowers

solid walls being pushed apart by white light of your diamond tv player
transparency of water contrasting with the red legged table
three two one step towards the black ovoid smooth smell
in the rhythm of unpinning buttons of a white linen blouse

letters of family describe those three bodies inhabiting square meters
swallowed by green masses of comforting earth
alphabetized in a female mouth
then inverted


Upper branches
a flat dangerous silent and straight road
holding the weight of mechanical movement
defined by a line of gray suffocating mass of mock-up houses
each hiding the story of its invisible inhabitants

the city welcoming the new
each small room holding the breath of the other tenant
walls feel the pressure of hot air
as well as animals

is it august
descending gradually floor by floor
the horizon line gets erased by a tangible thought nurtured for decades
one’s own arms are lying in bed


© Marta Skoczeń 2020