‘After walking aimlessly; we want to go back, go back to find ourselves (again), to drop anchor and renovate ourselves; through our bonds’.
A ‘bond’ is officially defined as the union or tie between one person or thing and another. But is a union the same as a tie? Do we need to feel bonded and/or tied to other people or things? What effect does these bonds or ties have on us? Do they make us free or suffocate us?
We want to tinker with what is taken for granted to discover new sea floors, embark on artistic expressions and dive into tales and stories, told and sung, to play and share voyages, ours and others.
We want to lay down roots, enter the cliché, tack around the conventional definitions of our unions and ties without fear of diving into the abyss, floating on the water or drowning, but in the same boat.
This is an invitation.
At the CA2M Museum, dispossessed but rooted, we’ll engage in sensorial and delightful interpretations like: The summer when my mother had green eyes. We’ll listen to the creaking of the woodworm. We’ll see if there’s any truth behind what Verónica tells us and whether our attachments are as fierce as Gornick’s. We’ll talk about love with Carver, and Lucía Berlín’s bitterness may make us tremble. Through our sessions, we may consider creating new kinship ties with Donna: will we continue with the problem or not?
We’re looking forward to seeing you.
Moderated by Las Hijas de Yocasta [Daughters of Jocasta]
We are Las Hijas de Yocasta: Ana Isabel Fernández, Ángela Solano, Rebeca Contador and Sandra Cabrera. A mother, a mother-grandmother and four daughters. We are driven by childhood, patients, walking amidst stones, what art suggests to us. We read. We reread. We listen. We are the resistance of the CA2M Museum’s reading groups and we’re here to stir everything up.
In this edition of the Reading Group, we want to tinker with what is taken for granted, to discover new backgrounds, to embark on artistic expressions and dive into tales and stories, told and sung, to play and share journeys, our own and others.
Picture: Hijas de Yocasta.
