postcards: mohini
Sabah el kheir,
I received your letter, I’m happy to hear from you and your family, yes I’ll bring you some textile, don’t worry!
We’re going to the souk this afternoon, I have a couple dinars to spend and Baa-ji gave me some more. Djeddi is coming with us.
I’m peaceful and I take my time with everything I commit myself to, now, I don’t know where this comes from. Probably, from the fact that nobody stares at us.
I wish you were here, habibi.
Salam.
Vanakkam,
Yesterday, after the temple we meditated under the moon in the garden, it gets fresher at night which is nice because it’s hot here. We made couscous for the neighbours and ate all together.
It’s been 3 days and I feel like a warrior, I have decided which path to take, I’m a strong and successful person, you’ll see that when I come back. We have 7 more days to go, Maa-ji has never been more radious, I dont wanna leave.
I love you,
Poitu Varen.
Namaste,
It’s the second day and the sun has already darken my skin. I feel at
home, nobody tries to bother me for being/looking different.
We’re on our way to the temple, the tiger in me is awake, I want you to know I love you and as soon as I’m back home, I’ll be a more protective person.
Achha, phir milenge.
Sabah el nour,
We just arrived and everything is alright, alhamdullilah.
We had tea with the family, the beach is beautiful and the people are nice and welcoming.
I hope everything is going just fine back home, we miss you.
Salam.
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About Mohini's Postcards - This project is one of the most important of my artworks, as it was deeply rooted in the identity part of my work. The " 10 POSTCARDS" project is a fictive exchange between two lovers who are separated for a certain amount of time, because of a specific event that I purposely didnt develop - it could be anything, whether holidays in the homeland or something else. I chose to mix languages to give off a feeling of constant motion, having to move from one place to another without having the time to adapt to any. These postcards follow a person's trip with their families, who learns more about themselves while they're away from their country of adoption. While losing sight of familiar faces, they get in touch with people that resemble them, making them calmer and more organised in their thoughts. I wanted to express the feeling I've always felt of not belonging anywhere because I was too mixed, but simultaneously belonging everywhere, reconnecting with your/my-self through languages, in countries that are completely new to you/me yet being from there. The here, and there, and who, and (re)connection with the self, the death of "otherness" allowing us to erase the ego.
