#Fear divider 2015
"No human being is illegal" was our starting point, we ended up with our own skinning ... A process that brought with it admissions, confrontation and self-knowledge, in very big ways, we were encouraged to look, so we looked. We looked around us, we looked outside, and what we saw was fear. It could be found quietly on every corner, became loud in large masses and faded away as soon as it dispersed, but did not go away, remained coldly behind, stuck somewhere, so that sooner or later you had it on your own foot again and were forced to deal with it. So that's what we did.
Initially directed outwards, we quickly grasped the served concept of anonymity, the white, foggy mass, in which it is not difficult to express oneself, to act big, in which one's own opinion is trumpeted, mimicked by an entire brass band, stupidly supported with zeal, it does not count because it does not stand for itself. We let ourselves be carried by this wave, the everyday valves of displeasure gave us drive. This theme stood grumpily against everything that eluded this mass, the confirmation and the existing system.
If we are already naked, who else should expose us?
We had shed our skins, recognized and named the inner, frighteningly large. And were unusually unafraid. What makes us shy away from facing our fears? What, if not the fear of exposure, vulnerability and vulnerability, makes us freeze up inside and cool down on the outside as soon as we are confronted with them? We let ourselves go, faced the unknown and realized clearly:
"I am afraid of strangers ..."
Because when I stand in front of you like this, you completely unknown to me, untitled, indefinable, I ask myself, will you reject me? Will you declare me to be something I am not? Will you recognize me? "I'm afraid to meet you!" And my fear holds me back. Makes me seek shelter in passivity and stagnate... Does it take a loud
SCREAM
for us to awaken from what binds us, conditions us? If I stand honestly before you, confess to you what constricts me, reach out to you, give you the mirror, will you accept it?
Will you tell me what your fear is?