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NATASHA CLEMO
WHERE WORDS FAIL US
I have no wit, I have no words, no tears;
My heart within me like a stone
Is numbed too much for hopes or fears;
Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
A lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief
No everlasting hills I see;
My life is like the falling leaf;
O Jesus, quicken me.
-Sylvia Plath
A Better Resurrection
Whilst adjusting to an overwhelming feeling of loss, I found myself returning to a downward spiral.
I have created a personal photographic narrative based on the experience of losing love, pain and loneliness. It enacts an intimate moment of adjustment that is photographed in isolation.
Exposed; I use my body as a metaphor.
By leaving myself so open, I invite you to consider what is so often overlooked, discussed in hushed whispers, experienced in private.
Throughout this project I kept a diary of drawings. I did drawings everyday, all of which linked to the way I felt or something that was constantly niggling at me throughout that day. Sometimes these were humorous, other times they could turn out subtly dark and powerful. One of the drawings that particularly stuck out to me was, 'cheer up love', which ended up being the title of the book. This drawing came about when I was sat staring at myself in the mirror. I had lost track of how long I was sat there for until I realised that I had started picking out things about myself. My eyebrows, too bushy. My nose, too long. My smile, too gummy. My chin, too spotty. Once I finally realised what I was doing I found myself picking up my pen and paper and started drawing just from the reflection. I didn't look down at the paper until I felt I was finished.
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All of my drawings became a visual realisation of the way I thought and acted.
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