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Portrait of missing person thinking she’s not missing
08/08/2011 By 2 Comments
In her book “The Missing person guide to love”, Susanna Jones described with talent, the soul of a missing person. Astonishing.
“Portrait of Cynthia Feliks, the One rejecting rescue”. Alice Odilon. Copyrights. 2009
Portrait of Patricia Johnson: Missing person from Vancouver Downtown. Alice Odilon. Copyrights 2009.
Susanna Jones excels to describe the loneliness of a runaway person.
Alice Odilon. 8/08/2011
You will fly but first you will struggle for life
17/07/2011 By Leave a Comment
“Penguins in the Blizzard”. Google Images.
“Every Day, alone in front of the other pensioners of Anorexia rescue center, deep in the most pitiless group of anorexic persons, a truly remarkable journey will take place.”
- That would be the Treatment to recover in Akan’s Tower, announced Syndra Raynaud, the “Right Hand Woman” of Akan.
- “Because for you, guys, anorexic winners, life is like that, harsh and inhospitable”, added inconspicuously, the shy Ragdoll.
Each of you will be a survivor, and will have to deal with eating-disorder, staying alive.
Every pensioner in rescue center, will abandon the deep sweet security of its bedroom and clamber onto the commune area to begin its long struggle against anorexia: a such desolate land, a region so bleak, so extreme, it support no other life.
- “The greatest fear you have, the fear to live, the fear to loose control, the fear to eat, the fear to breathe, you will beat it”.
Said Blythe Somat, the hemiplegic flower doll, who was in charge of anorexic patients suffering from Asperger Syndrom as well.
- “So you will play a game, all together”.
- The game inspired by “The Emperor’s Journey”.
1972: Survivors found 10 weeks after plane crash in the Argentine Andes. Google Images.
(Four days after the rescue, a Santiago paper alleged that the survivors became cannibals to ward off starvation.
The group confirmed that they ate human flesh at a press conference two days later.)
You will have to accomplish tests of extreme endurance, during which you will have to rely on the united anorexic members of the group, their physical warmth, their spiritual presence, their embodied soul, their disembodied body.
You will share body heat to conserve energy and protect the “protégé” you will have to care about constantly.
You will realize you cannot hate the other anorexic persons, as you did before; because you were scared about their special regard and knowledge of anorexia secrets.
Only Love and solidarity will help to struggle for life.
“Child survivors dressed in clothes made from German uniforms”
(One of the youngest survivors of the Buchenwald concentration camp, shown in the center of the photograph above, was four-year-old Josef Schleifstein.The Communist prisoners, who were in charge of the day-to-day administration of the camp, made sure that the children were well cared for. Note the adult man in the back row wearing a beret to identify himself as a Communist.)
You won’t have food during the periods of survival in the course of which you will have to completely deny yourself and to think only of your “protégé”: the small infant who will be entrusted to each of you, from today, from now.
This Baby is you when you where a newborn, just before anorexia, before lack of love and good care of your mother.
So you will be in charge of yourself, as a baby and in the same time, as an adult.
It will lead to you to a point of survival self-experiment.
At this point you will have to choose to live or to die.
Alice Odilon. 17/07/2011
”The Penguins chicks survivors in the Blizzard”/ Ref: “The Emperor’s Journey”.
Le Corps Signe par séquences sans traces
11/08/2010 By Leave a Comment
Evidences de traces blanches dans un jardin. Copyright Alice Odilon 1977.
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”
Si elle n’a que la peau sur les os, c’est pour ne pas tricher, faire évidence, faire signe en symbolisant le dénouement du caillau.
Elle parle avec son corps plus que tout être érudit.
D’abord son corps réduit à la force du fil, devient un serpent de signes, de virgules de corps indiciblement mouvantes.
Elle jouit d’un alphabet de signes de corps, alors que si peu de temps auparavant, elle se vivait étranglée par le langage des autres.
L’anorexique, plus que toute autre, a conscience de ses gestes et de leur écriture dans l’espace.
Elle connaît sa fin et ne la craint pas, car elle est déjà dans sa faim et sa vie en même temps.
Elle se vaccine à la faim.
Elle dissèque, elle analyse les enjeux cinétiques de son corps “limite”.
Elle incarne le bord du vide.
Devenue un organisme “bouffé” par la graisse morbide annulant la forme entendue, là voilà, débarassée “de ce pieu dans le coeur qui l’empêche de courir”.
{Alain Bashung – Mes Bras.}
Cette torpeur de corps dégoûtante, elle s’en est délestée.
“Schofield was murdered in her bedroom. nsolved crime”
Schofield has this sort of typical posture of an anorexic person, rigid and unsteady in the same time, conscious of her sadness, and nearly dead, absent, ethereal, transparent with unforgettable eagle-eyed look.
Là voici de nouveau à vif, creusée, mise à jour, née de se refaire, purgée de son malaise charnel, évidée de l’inutile.
“Julie”Copyright Alice Odilon 1999.
“Relâche”. Toyen ou le danger de l’informel délibéré.
L’anorexique est tout le contraire d’une installée.
Elle est un plan coupé perdu dans un foutoir informatique.
Elle joue l’idéographie du corps.
Son être se fait oiseau, poison, ombre de verre, ombre glacée et translucide, fil rouge de sang, page tâchée de l’encre de ses veines, cachée à la fin du cahier.
Forme pleine de vide fécond, elle s’invente dans le code anorexique.
“contorsionniste filiforme”. Copyright Sophie 1330.
Acrobate, contorsionniste et funambule fatal, elle risque son corps de fil sur un autre fil sans merci.
Je repense à Valérie Valère flottant dans l’air dans le court métrage de Marion Hänsel (“Equilibres”), cet oiseau noir d’élégance indomptée.
HL Photography. A lost soul in Tel-Aviv.
Alice ODILON.
Epluchures
25/04/2010 By Leave a Comment
“Les petites robes en pierre”. Copyright Alice ODILON 1978.
En 50 ans, les épluchures se jètent dans les poubelles; d’abord en petits tâs dispersés, éloignés les uns des autres, puis devenus des monceaux de restes, des montagnes de peaux impossibles.
Des périodes de crise engendrent des collections effreinées dans la vie de Akan: des hommes, des chaussures, des robes, des manteaux, des vestes, des montres, des rendez-vous manqués, des négatifs perdus, des appareils photos aussitôt revendus, des chiens adoptés sitôt abandonnés, des attentes par millier, jamais exaucées.
“Les vêtements noirs”. 1977. Copyright Alice ODILON
Akan vieillit de plus en plus et jète de plus en plus de choses.
Il s’en est fallu de peu.
Akan est avant la mort, mais certainement jamais cette image de gloire dont elle rêve toute sa vie.
Tout ce temps passe si longuement, il n’en reste rien que deux enfants, rien d’autre.
Dans le passé, la foi en sa diversion creuse des tranchées glissantes dans sa vie hésitante.
Et là maintenant il faut admettre, que ces années de réflexion, de réclusion, de différenciation n’aboutissent à rien.
Le principe d’épluchure semble finalement déterminer sa vie.
Accumuler les pertes, perdre les histoires, en tas de copeaux de peaux.
Différentes villes, différents noms de rue, différentes adresses, et toujours la même quête: qu’il ne reste rien que du commencement souvent déjà fini.
Akan est ce qui ne sera pas………/………
(à suivre…)
24/04/2010
Copyright Alice ODILON
“La Housse aux oiseaux”. 1977. Copyright Alice ODILON
Peelings
In 50 years peelings will throw themselves in some dustbins; initially episodically then accelerating exponentially as time passes.
It goes without saying that periods of crisis brought about a frenzy of collecting in the life of Akan:
men, shoes, dresses, coats, jackets, watches, missed meetings, lost negatives, cameras immediately sold, adopted dogs abandoned instantly, thousands of expectations never realized.
It is a close run thing.
She could be the woman which she had been sure that she was, would be, before her death and even after in unread books.
All this time went so slowly and there only remain two children, nothing else.
In the past the basis of her diversion had gouged deep and wide in her faltering self.
And now she has to accept everything, that these years of reflection, no rescued life of difference, only produce wrinkles, an intelligent tiredness and reconciliation of a fifty year old woman.
Her daughters are gone now since a long time.
What’s left is the delicious memory of their beautiful faces and their bird-like chatter.
The principle of peelings seems finally to have determined her life.
Accumulating losses, losing out on everything, – a pile of pieces of peelings.-
Different towns, different street names, different addresses, and always the same quest:
that there only remains a new start that is often already ended.
Akan is what she won’t be…….
Alice Odilon Copyright 2010.
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