Do you want to play with me?

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– Do you want to play with me?

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– I will be a princess!

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-Will you be my prince?

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-Cause after all… being a child is always magic!

Handcrafted puppets by Latrakia for the puppet theater, made by wooden forks, some imagination, pure enthusiasm, little magic dust, few drops of sparkle, enough energy, plenty of joy and infinitive love for three beloved Latrakia V&M&F.

 

 

Concept/Role Play: Latrakia

Photo credits: Dimitris Tsiapas

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Are you ready for today’s planet show?

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Five oceans people, picturing ourselves in outstanding poses

Me and you, jongleurs in world’s circus scene

Utopian models of another planet, made by pixels

Our size magnified, by big lens of small devices

Adorable lives, with illustration smiles

Blurry personalities, alike behaviors

Washed feelings, matching with perfectionism’s standards

Million of lives patronized by rules

Existing through others’ eyes

Being identified, followed, liked and shared

In a deep need to be recognized

Unfolding the deep of our desires

And still remaining with a gap at heart’s side

 

Concept/Role Play: Latrakia

Photo credits: Dimitris Tsiapas

 

In which ocean depths you left your courage?

In which ocean depths you left your courage?

Like a frightened animal closed in the cage

Teeth like a shark lurks to rip you for fun

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Escape from your fears

Escape from your tears

Take a deep breath

Continuously fighting for more space to survive

Boundary feelings

Screaming wild and loud with an awkward laugh

Straight to the light, there is a gate to escape

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Concept/Role Play: Latrakia

Photo credits: Antigone Kourakou

Those smiles…

 

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Hiding feelings behind those smiles…

Projecting their dark desires in meaningless questions, with no point at first glance

They pray for you to fall, putting words in your mouth, that never speaked  out!

Until the very moment, a thunder of knowledge, enlightens your vision

And therefore, you can see, like you were blind before, people pale mornings, passing in front of your eyes, transparent and naked from veils and those smiles…

 

Concept/Role Play: Latrakia

Photo credits: Dimitris Tsiapas

 

For the entrapped friends…

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For  the entrapped friends…

Whose bodies became their prison…

Who lost their will and desire to live…

For those friends that my hands are bound tight  and i can not help them…

Days passing by and they lose their mind, feeling alone and desperate…

Their bodies ravaged and isolated…

Don Quixotes of a dream, for a dream…

They were insisting fighting windmills for a lifetime…

Respect…

Silence…

Who grieves for those poetic bodies?

 

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Our bodies, our movable property and our unnegotiable ownership on them. For centuries women bodies are subjected to society’s norms, to religions rules, to traditional communitie’s customs, to patriarchy’s demands and it’s stereotypes.

In all those perspectives is that women’s bodies endeavor to fit, trapped along with their feelings. It is noticed to their nonverbal language. There are liquids of truth in their shapes and the way they move.

You can stare bodies tired from life’s severity, with scars like awards on them and other times unbelievably poetic, overwhelmed by emotions and not rarely enigmatic, having hidden stories to share.

Society has sanctified and hollyfied those that are purposed to give birth, feed and raise children. The majority of them are pushed to formulate unhuman shapes, following strict diets and even worst making plastic surgeries, to meet the criteria of role-models projected by mass media culture. As they were dolls, they are told how to be dressed, to make up and fest by an industry that lurks to make profit by them. Bodies as canvas for more consumerism, victims of an image and a life-style.

They are screaming angrily and some others seeking for love. They have been told to tolerate the unbearable, used as sexual objects for giving pleasure. Bodies peaceful and balanced, scattering happiness, athletic and flexible making records, notty and joyful, spreading love, transparent and vulnerable.

Bodies abused literally and metaphorically, convinced to shallow the dominate ideology. I feel them like fingerprints of society’s preferences, giving endless efforts to be likable, to be lovable, charmful, workable, efficient.

Priests and saviors, image makers and marketers, patriarchy’s dominate ideology and the unprecedented behavior of women criticize with sarcasm and cruelty their selves and other women.

-Who grieves for those poetic bodies and their various abusement?

Are you an unconscious victim of those regulations? What is the latest trend? In which rules we have to adjust ourselves lately? Are you feeling obeying to those norms and the same time suffocating by them? So many hidden meanings behind human’s bodies and especially women’s. Are you raising your voice against the unfair treatment? Are you one of those pioneer women who have the loyialty to raise baby-girls and young-girls with the deep sensation that are human beings, who deserves respectiveness love and freedom, far away from barriers which limited their options and their dreams? Because behind those bodies are hidden human creatures with their agonies, their dreams, their perfections and imperfections of their mortality.

Who grieves for those poetic bodies and their beautiness?

I am responsible, you are responsible for the favor of the following generations. In owner of all the dynamic women who standed beyond and further the chariot of any ideology and gained rights of paramount importance for the rest of us in a society that is still deafing.

Had women educated themselves more crucially and widely, they would have liberated themselves from norms and stereotypes.

Concept/Role – Play: Latrakia

Photo Credits: Dimitris Tsiapas

Special thanks to Tomas and his hand contribution to this photo shoot! 🙂

Which one you wear and for what?

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The thousand masks of yours

With the thousand enigmas and secrets behind it

How far I should go to solve their mysteries?

Curves and edges slightly distinguished

Who is the real you?

Roles that we play, masks that we wear

Sometimes for a while, some others for a life time

From how young do we learn to use them?

Masks covering our vulnerability and fragileness

Purposed to attract, to dominate, to conquer, to trick, to pretend, to hide what we really feel

Masks like a cloth in your size

Like a glove in your hand

Like a loop in your neck

Like a theatrical character seeking for action…

 

Concept / Role-play: Latrakia

Photo credits: Dimitris Tsiapas