Archive for the ‘Solitude’ Category
{ Written on February 3, 2010 at 7:12 AM, by Alice ODILON }
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bw6_Ea8GHYQ
http://www.sendereando.com/musique_lhasa/fr_discographie.php
J'arrive à la ville
Moi aussi…
Moi aussi
J’arrive à la ville
Pour y verser
Ma vie
Je monte la rue
Comme un géant
Ça c’est la ville
Et ça…
C’est ma vie
Moi aussi…
Moi aussi
J’arrive en fuyant
Je suis encore
Loin devant
Si la ville me cache
On ne me trouvera pas
Je ne [...]
{ Written on July 16, 2009 at 9:02 AM, by Alice ODILON }
Fairy Godmother, Marraine de la Princesse refusant d'épouser son Père, le Roi, conseille à celle-ci de revêtir
la peau de l'Âne pour se déguiser et se cacher dans la forêt, abritée dans une ferme misérable.
{La fée marraine de l'enfant, va dissiper tout malentendu en apprenant à la princesse à ne plus confondre les amours :
on aime [...]
{ Written on June 23, 2009 at 8:21 AM, by Alice ODILON }
copyright Alice ODILON june 2009. "Défi-Jane". Tous droits réservés.
As a photographer and as an anorexic woman photographer,
I've always used expressionists ways, and border-line ways to express myself with my photographs since 1977.
I didn't choose the easy way, the aseptic way, the fashion way to tell the implacable illness I had to deal with,
and the exceptional [...]
{ Written on June 12, 2009 at 1:01 AM, by Alice ODILON }
copyright Alice ODILON: 1982 / self portrait.
I've suffered from anorexia from the age of 7.
Honestly without anorexia, I wouldn’t be here anymore, as this illness kept me alive instead
of regressing to a quicker death.
It was a sort of survival behaviour and not a lifestyle as it said in a number of anti-ana magazines.
The question is [...]
{ Written on June 4, 2009 at 3:19 AM, by Alice ODILON }
Jane Doe 522 UFGA
She might be my Mama.
I would have preferred to get her as a Mum, as mine was the opposite of jane DOE:
a predictable conventional person in a predictable well-ordered life
with predictable behaviours and common thoughts, and with this addictive faith
in mortal fear about different unpredictable people.
I would love her so much. Because [...]
{ Written on June 2, 2009 at 3:58 AM, by Alice ODILON }
{ Written on May 7, 2009 at 7:45 AM, by Alice ODILON }
Photo: Copyright "Sans Toit Ni Loi" de Agnès VARDA.
Elle marche dans cette plaine tranchée par la nationale.
Parfois elle rejoint la route, en grimpant les tâlus et sautant péniblement les fossés.
La boue, partout, çà colle aux godasses et Jane manque de s’enfoncer dans cette saloperie.
La vie ralentit de plus en plus.
Le jeu consiste en ce que [...]
{ Written on May 7, 2009 at 12:13 AM, by Alice ODILON }
An abusive man …
shouts
sulks
smashes things
glares
calls you names
makes you feel ugly and useless
cuts you off from your friends
stops you working
never admits he is wrong
blames you, drugs, drink, stress etc.
turns the children against you
uses the children to control you
never does his share of the housework
never looks after the children
expects sex on demand
controls the money
threatens or wheedles [...]
{ Written on May 6, 2009 at 11:12 PM, by Alice ODILON }
Jane Doe still lives amongst us all.
She won’t give up.
I know she’s a recurrent white wave, she continues to die in hidden places in States, cities, roads, cornfields,
rivers, lakes, black holes, sordid ditches, forgotten cabins in neglected woods and forests.
She always haunts us.
I think about her. She already crossed the line.
She was born to be [...]
{ Written on April 2, 2009 at 8:49 AM, by Alice ODILON }
As Alain Bashung died on 14th of March 2009, It’s time for me to offer an Artwork to him.
After The death of Alain Bashung, I’ve been angry, and lost.
I made a series of pictures for him:"Le pieu dans le coeur". These followings are two of them.
"Message du coeur". Copyright Alice Odilon 2009.
"La peur dans le coeur [...]
{ Written on March 10, 2009 at 9:00 AM, by Alice ODILON }
If somedy had told me I would be abused, I would have laughed in his face.
I grew up in a french wealthy family. Some troubles had disturbed my childhood,
there was a black hole in the middle of my mind.
"Les mains de Marie". Copyright Alice ODILON 2005.
My memory failed about the past. My parents spoke about [...]
{ Written on March 6, 2009 at 8:02 AM, by Alice ODILON }
Only one’s own experience can find an echo in others.
I was born with anorexia as an unwelcome gift, I had no choice but to live with it.
I was likely to be "at risk", so, at 17, I ran away, I left home which was not a home for me, but a sort of hell.
Cold and [...]
{ Written on March 5, 2009 at 9:14 AM, by Alice ODILON }
{ Written on February 12, 2009 at 12:33 PM, by Alice ODILON }
"He tried to control you with liars and contradictions". Copyright Alice ODILON 2008.
C’est un pays vide où elle se débat, une steppe comme une immense place d’un rien.
Elle loue cet endroit tel un immense appartement vide.
Elle a cherché une place du vide, car sa place initiale n’existe pas et n’a jamais été nommée.
Ce vide est sa substance, [...]
{ Written on February 11, 2009 at 10:22 AM, by Alice ODILON }
La figure X joue le signifiant et le signifié superposés, confondus, fusionnés.
Absence totale de symbolisation dans l’échafaudage psychique de l’enfant anorexique.
La jeune anorexique incarne le mal qu’elle rejète.
Elle doit le montrer pour l’exorciser.
Elle manque l’étape de la parole élaborée, détachée du corps.
Elle se joue maux (mot), maudite, (mots dits), barrant par sa forme [...]
{ Written on February 10, 2009 at 8:31 AM, by Alice ODILON }
"C’est une Victoire". copyright Alice ODILON 2006.
In this picture you can see Akoya the anorexic doll, achieving her terrible target of the
starvation in order to get a sort of control about her stressfull life with her anxiogene Mother.
Akoya meets the "non-return" point.
Anorexia symbolises the ultimate purpose (the Death) for the denied daughter
of [...]
{ Written on February 10, 2009 at 5:50 AM, by Alice ODILON }
“Mon Âme brisée en mille morceaux.” Copyright Alice ODILON 2008.
I will be anorexic all my life. Even I’m safe now because of mixed symptoms
(anorexia-bulimia emerged after a long episode of “pure” anorexia),
I can say I will be always confused with Love, life and food.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anorexia_nervosa
It’s inside, something will never born.
But curiosly I’m thoroughly alive, [...]
{ Written on February 6, 2009 at 11:35 PM, by Alice ODILON }
Le cri de l’hirondelle balaye la voix de ma Mère.
Maintenant je me souviens…… dans cette chambre d’enfant,
couchée à 7 heures du soir,
je me souviens du chant des martinets dans l’espace, autour de l’immeuble.
Je n’arrivais pas à dormir, il faisait encore jour, c’était l’été.
Les Martinets écrivaient dans le ciel les mots tus: [...]
{ Written on February 6, 2009 at 4:17 AM, by Alice ODILON }
"Evidence de traces blanches dans un jardin". Copyright Alice ODILON1977.
L’anorexique commet un déplacement de sa signifiance.
Comme au théâtre chinois, elle déclare d’emblée son jeu.
Sa “figure blanche”, (la spéculaire), (figure de fil), nous annonce la couleur
maintenant dans le présent.
Elle écrit à l’encre blanche. "Blancheur d’une naissance radicale".
[...]
{ Written on February 5, 2009 at 10:42 AM, by Alice ODILON }
Portrait de jeune femme par Gustav Klimt.
"Grand Manteau Issey Miyake". copyright Alice ODILON 2001.
Dans cette image le ventre et la vue font écho.
Voir pour survivre, voir au lieu de manger, voir au lieu de mourir. voir pour tuer.
C’est un grand “NON” adressé sans faux-semblant, littéralement corporel, scopique, logorrhéique.
Les anorexiques refuseraient le suspicieux [...]
{ Written on February 4, 2009 at 4:53 AM, by Alice ODILON }
"End up" 2008. Copyright Alice ODILON.
As a french woman photographer, I’ve devoted my passion
and my prose to photography.
(Leonard Shengold maintains that is this vital connection
of prose and passion that constitutes insight.)
…..And through photography and with it, to women rights.
[...]
