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My words.

My blessing.

My curse.

A pile of letters.

Good.

for nothing.

Their essence

is a sense

They lose direction

on the road to translation

My words

They save me.

They betray me.

The truth

is in silence.

My words. My lies.

My truth.

Only mine.

“Shut up already”,

my words to me.

I am blessed to meet people that have the power to shake my system, a system that always awaits for the right thrill. A kind of chemical reaction happens and then…Bum! A parallel reality pops in front of my eyes -  a vision I see them living in. It couldn’t be more than a moment of happiness, when I somehow recognize them. That image becomes part of my truth about them. Recently I decided to bring those visions from ideas and drawings into photography. That’s how they become real.

Natacha Muziramakenga is a poet, actor, blogger, radio host, copywriter, cultural manager and co founder of Marakuja Cultural Hub Rwanda.

When I met her, it struck me how organic her relation with the words can be. The way she understands them, the way they make her understand. The way she juggles with them, the way they juggle with her and surprise her. She told me that this is what she strives for: to understand. I felt that those words are her instruments.

I saw her standing as a warrior queen in the middle of an enormous white paper, surrounded by the movement of one single black wire that creates words filling the space around her, to the point that it embraces her body like an armor, twisting around her arm to reach her hand where she catches it between her fingers, ready to burn it all any time she chooses.

She liked the image and we started to play.

REVÉS, chocolat, NAKED, soul, flesh, danser, questions, love, FAITH, pensès, intimité, agahinda, ambivalence, RAGE de VIVRE, GO, RAW, melt, cosmic.

Natacha’s chosen words got wired with wool thread, managed to do 2 of them everyday, hanged from the ceiling of the photographic studio and in one month we were ready to make real a vision.

This is how the game turned out to be, just before burning it. The wire words became the first lamp in our first Marakuja house.

NATACHA

ON

WORDS

Me and Natacha Muziramakenga we created MARAKUJA

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