Fragility and Fragment

i wanted to try something. to let poetry slip into video. to let video breathe like a poem. this project was born during my training. from a simple desire. to blur disciplines. to weave writing into my favorite medium. i didn’t want this text to belong only to me. i wanted it to be shared. porous. collective. the words you hear are not only my voice, but a common breath. they come from anonymous testimonies. fragments of what people love, hate, feel, remember. i asked strangers to answer two questions. without context. without explanation. what do you love the most. what do you hate the most. the answers were different. sometimes soft. sometimes violent. often contradictory. yet all of them felt true. from these fragments, the entire text was born. this piece is an introspection. a quiet search for positivity, that constantly turns into its opposite. a thin line. one that shifts all the time. one that changes the way you experience things. visually, i wanted to try a technique that fascinates me. superimposition. a kind of exquisite corpse. made of moments from my life. filmed randomly. without knowing they would one day meet here. small pieces of existence layered together. moments where i felt calm. angry. sad. full of love. full of hate. fascinated by what was around me. the principle of the exquisite corpse lives everywhere. in the text, built from many voices. in the image, built from many moments. nothing stands alone. it is this raw, tender, and contradictory mix that gave life to this video. through it, i was able to tend to open wounds. to understand things i hadn’t seen before. to move closer to a fragile form of inner peace.