AtWorker

Sondos Shuaib

AtWorker

Sondos Shuaib

Una blanca en vida de negra

“Una blanca en vida de negra” “ A white woman in the life of a black woman” is a title inspired by each of the drawings, texts, and objects added to this notebook, in which I attach my culture in a special way and show my roots regardless of the purpose or method in which I speak of delicacies, fruits, legends and omens that exist in Tumaco, a beautiful land.

Using elements such as incense ashes that gave a special aroma to my work, feelings in drawings of lived experiences and places that I constantly look at and admire, like the beach, using rebellion as a representation of my character and the way I live my life day after day.

 

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YOU KNOW ME BUT YOU DON’T KNOW ME

The stranger in me is : MULTIFACETED

My reversed notebook has two sides: the front represents my openness to the world and my public life, with all its facets portrayed by the reflective material. The back is my private polyhedric soul: complicated, chaotic, ill, colourful. The blank spaces show forced
medicines abuse, but there is always one for emergencies. The pages, that we can’t read,
have poems and writings, from my past notebooks about love, life, struggles, words that have stained and swollen the pagesas they dripped under the water.

Chiara Berard

Errant and polyhedric soul, I was born in Aosta, Italy, in 1998.
Curiosity, determination and love guide me. Always against social injustice, as a victim of bullying and then as a woman, chronically ill, queer, neurodivergent person. Activist and politician, I always try to improve the small part of the world around me. I love to communicate, stay informed and to inform. Whether through photography, singing, writing, performance art, or anything I have the opportunity to experiment with, creating art always has allowed me to show my point of view and to express at the best my emotions.

 

 

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1+1=1, 1-1=0

The stranger in me is : MYSELF

Tree bark for Mère Ndiaye, for the sweet and powerful wrinkles on her skin, both witnesses of history and life. Green fields and mushrooms for Nonna Agnese, her knowledge so unique to those who live in and with nature. Their relationship allows the world: fungi build underground networks among roots, allowing trees to transfer each other nutrients and fundamental information. Contrary to what was thought and taught, nature’s rule isn’t competition but mutualism. The same fake order dooms cultures and people, erasing history and futures in the name of profit, homologation, and domination.
Hadija and Francesca are the same and different. Beautiful subversive routes and grandmothers and powers braid them together, as they face each other because they’re 1 and without one they would be None.

Francesca Hadija Sanneh

Maneu doumou Idris + Mimma la. I am the daughter of Idris + Mimma, golden sands and
dunes and vertical greens and whites, pink and blue lakes, yellow and grey skies. I love sounds and I believe in beauty and movement.

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THE QUEST

The stranger in me is : THE INFINITE POSSIBILITIES WITHIN ME

By digging into the many layers we are made of, one might be surprised to discover a seed – you didn’t know you had – ready to blossom.

Dominique Signoroni Kuroyanagi

Wanderlust at heart, I am driven by a personal research that has taken me on a long journey; fascinated by cities I see as laboratories, I develop editorial projects exploring creativity in every corner of the globe. At least that’s my dream.

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TURBULENT RIVER

The stranger in me is : A STRANGER TO YOU, NOT TO ME

War approaches and my people scatter worldwide, two powerful symbols remain with me: the memory of the Greatest Starling Bluebird and the Nile River from my homeland, Sudan. The bluebird embodies hope for the future, while the timeless Nile has borne witness to our history, including the tragic Khartoum massacre on June 3, 2019, when the
Sudanese revolution lost its innocence and countless youths were ruthlessly lost and discarded into its waters. This dark chapter turned blue into a symbol of solidarity, representing the lingering sorrow in my heart. The Nile, forever carrying the memory of those lost souls who couldn’t be properly laid to rest, stands as a silent testament to the world’s cruelty.

Sondos Shuaib

I’m an art explorer in all its forms. I am certain that art threads souls across time and space, offering salvation to embrace. I am an eternal wanderer, and each step becomes a leap into the vast unknown within the realm of dreams and imagination.

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