Navigating anger
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Ana Muñoz Macías
contact: anamuma1010@gmail.com
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Navigating joy and anger
Since this class’ first session I have been wanting to work with the emotion of anger. Lately, I have been really angry at myself for leaving home and for leaving my loved ones behind. I have also been angry at people for not understanding me or, at least, for thinking that they didn’t.
The same day I joined this class I had the biggest argument with my partner since we started our relationship. It was the first time I felt this anger towards him and it took me some time to understand that this anger I was projecting on him was coming, in fact, from the anger I had towards myself and towards my environment in the new place I’m living now. Anger towards the violence I have experienced in my own body and soul in this new culture and environment I’m living in now.
Since I arrived here I have been trying to convince myself to not judge other cultures/ways of understanding the world. Trying to convince myself of this made me really angry because, in fact, human rights, wellbeing and personal integrity should always be protected regardless of the cultural context we live in. Or at least I believe so.
This work represents how I have tried to express this anger to my close ones that are far and to my surroundings that, despite being physically close, feel far from my mentality and moral believes.
There’s a poem dedicated to my best friend Hlib that had to flee Ukraine due to the war.
There’s a red poster that aims to portray the violence towards women that I have experienced towards my person in the space I’m inhabiting now.
There’s a collage called “circulation” that I used to convince myself that we always need time to understand the full picture of a place or of a cultural context.
Lastly, there’s a screenshot of a song in German that my partner attempted to translate for me into English. I miss when he used to translate things for me because I love to understand all the nuances of his language. I wished he did it again. Perhaps, the fact that he doesn’t and that we are far from the beginning of our relationship and, therefore, from the unexpected little things that we used to do for each other, makes me angry. I added the yellow flowers that for me represent hope, but also love and joy, which reminds me of him and of our little ritual of gifting each other flowers in airports. This screenshot has embedded a list I used to have when we started dating of the things that I read/saw/thought and that I wanted to tell him. I’ve always been scared of forgetting. This was when we lived in different time zones, we would barely talk and I didn’t want to forget any little detail that I wanted to share with him.
This project is about how hard it is to be an angry woman and inhabit a public space. It is dedicated to my friends who have listened to me complain along the way and to my partner that hopefully now understands that this first argument we had was never about him.
⚬Since this class’ first session I have been wanting to work with the emotion of anger. Lately, I have been really angry at myself for leaving home and for leaving my loved ones behind. I have also been angry at people for not understanding me or, at least, for thinking that they didn’t.
The same day I joined this class I had the biggest argument with my partner since we started our relationship. It was the first time I felt this anger towards him and it took me some time to understand that this anger I was projecting on him was coming, in fact, from the anger I had towards myself and towards my environment in the new place I’m living now. Anger towards the violence I have experienced in my own body and soul in this new culture and environment I’m living in now.
Since I arrived here I have been trying to convince myself to not judge other cultures/ways of understanding the world. Trying to convince myself of this made me really angry because, in fact, human rights, wellbeing and personal integrity should always be protected regardless of the cultural context we live in. Or at least I believe so.
This work represents how I have tried to express this anger to my close ones that are far and to my surroundings that, despite being physically close, feel far from my mentality and moral believes.
There’s a poem dedicated to my best friend Hlib that had to flee Ukraine due to the war.
There’s a red poster that aims to portray the violence towards women that I have experienced towards my person in the space I’m inhabiting now.
There’s a collage called “circulation” that I used to convince myself that we always need time to understand the full picture of a place or of a cultural context.
Lastly, there’s a screenshot of a song in German that my partner attempted to translate for me into English. I miss when he used to translate things for me because I love to understand all the nuances of his language. I wished he did it again. Perhaps, the fact that he doesn’t and that we are far from the beginning of our relationship and, therefore, from the unexpected little things that we used to do for each other, makes me angry. I added the yellow flowers that for me represent hope, but also love and joy, which reminds me of him and of our little ritual of gifting each other flowers in airports. This screenshot has embedded a list I used to have when we started dating of the things that I read/saw/thought and that I wanted to tell him. I’ve always been scared of forgetting. This was when we lived in different time zones, we would barely talk and I didn’t want to forget any little detail that I wanted to share with him.
This project is about how hard it is to be an angry woman and inhabit a public space. It is dedicated to my friends who have listened to me complain along the way and to my partner that hopefully now understands that this first argument we had was never about him.