Lubię to ich “take care”, w którym zawierają się i obawa, że może przyjść coś niedobrego, i troska, mimo niezgłębionych relacji rozmówców, i nadzieja - na wyjście obronną ręką z potencjalnych opresji.
Sophie Calle zrobiła niesamowitą wystawę, w której “take care of yourself”, dzięki kontekstowi, nie ma w sobie ani obawy, ani troski, ani nadziei; jest bolesne.
I received an email telling me it was over.
I didn’t know how to respond.
It was almost as if it hadn’t been meant for me.
It ended with the words, “Take care of yourself.”
And so I did.
I asked 107 women (including two made from wood and one with feathers),
chosen for their profession or skills, to interpret this letter.
To analyze it, comment on it, dance it, sing it.
Dissect it. Exhaust it. Understand it for me.
Answer for me.
It was a way of taking the time to break up.
A way of taking care of myself.
