My depictions want to express the traumas that we inherited that became part of our identities over the years and that we are continuously brushing off. I want to bring them to life, give them a space, respecting all forms of otherness. It’s a battle against time, space and everything fading away. One last tribute before it all falls into oblivion. One last attempt to keep a memory of, a trace of I create because I am trying to remember... May be I will know why I am angry. May be I’ll be free.

Prisca Munkeni Monnier

Today the pill is hard to swallow.  
____it burns me to the bones.  
I tried to smother the fire in me.  
But this time, i can’t cope__ i am the one suffocating instead.  
The purple pill cannot save me. neither can the red one. i know that now. 
My lips cannot smile anymore. My eyes are fire. I AM LIGHT!  
My ancestors have spoken. i remembered. 

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the burning truth

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