By Erica Manolith.
I don’t understand,
The sick look by the back door,
porch screen, flapping in the wind.
You don’t seem to notice the human,
of the humans around you.
Perhaps this makes you vomit?
Where are your skills?
Where is your voice?
It’s a vapor,
it’s a screen in the wind,
it has nothing to say,
and from nothing,
there is born,
Erica Manolith is a writer living in Northwestern Pennsylvania. She is currently finishing her degree in France, and is home for the summer writing poetry for sport.
At the request of theater director Mélanie Mary, and in collaboration with video artists Alexandra Loewe and Kai-Duc Luong, this video was created specifically for adding ambience to a literary rock music event that centered around the theme of sex.
The challenge was to create images that would depict sensuality in such a way as not to be overtly vulgar or ridiculous. We took this to be our guideline throughout the creation process of “Hand-Fool of Desire.”
I was offered to make a video and display it at a gallery exhibition with other artists.
“We were young and immortal,” the name of the exhibit, resonated with me during my work with it, prompting me to respond to this idea and how I felt about it.
It made me think about how being a 32 year-old woman doesn’t feel like being young and immortal like I did when I was 19.
In fact, I’ve been thinking about how short life is, of how close the possibility of death is to me as I reached my 30’s.. (READ MORE.)
HEALTH W/CHAD VALLEY
“To Your Health”
It all began with work in Mexico City. A friend of mine had bought a ticket to Health only to find out that he’d be unable to go. “You want it?” he asked me, a bit forlorn and deflated. “Sure,” I responded not particularly knowing what I was throwing myself into. And then events happen as they do to everybody, the ones that cripple the will and crush the desire, the ones where you either decide to go to a concert or to keep hiding under your sheets worrying what the hell to do with your life – the proletariat blues.
memories, desires, dreams and fantasies the ingredients with which one builds their own story and self identity? This is the question from which the video “12september2001” was conceived. The passing images live in the mind of the narrator. His inner voice addresses two young women whom he sees in a house – imagined to be abandoned and destroyed – which they used to spend their summers together. He recalls memories and dreams, shares his nostalgia, and confesses his still vivid fantasies about them.
These images are a mix between the narrator’s memories, his fantasies and emotions, and his personal experience of historical events, all of which are constitutive elements of his identity.