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0x5a6a···070bMarch 17, 2025 Echo Graph will have a special showing at Sunderland's public arts initiative, ExpoSunderland, in the UK during April, 2025. ExpoSunderland features an immersive, transparent 3D screen in the town's main city center, hinging the city's urban renewal around public art. Footage from the sound tests can be found here: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1IBA1JyCe9yZi0OgaAfk_z_2t8clHDvso?usp=share_link Information about ExpoSunderland's artist programming: https://www.exposunderland.com/expo-pavilion/arts-programme
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0x5a6a···070bMarch 15, 2025 Echo Graph debuted at my solo exhibition at Office Impart on February 20th in Berlin. This show presents a single poem in multiple ways, exploring how the medium through which verse is experienced affects the meaning it conveys. Echo Graph brings together my performative, sculptural, conceptual and written work to challenge notions of materiality and immersion, asking us to bear witness to the ways language takes hold within and without our bodies. At the root of the exhibition is a single poem, Echo Graph, from my book MAMMAL, which narrates the moment I'm informed by a doctor that my placenta has stopped working and my first-born son must be taken out immediately. I end up on a glacial operating table for an emergency C-section after my child’s heart-rate drops during induced contractions of birth. The doctors then realize that my placenta was fine. Taking place twelve years later, this exhibition vindicates trauma through its transformation in art. The original poem is not driven by anger but by a desire to document. In “publishing” one poetic text in manifold ways, I become an artist, body, writer who has seized control. Though physical failure here is defined by others, namely, a medical face, the vocal delivery and choreographic score question its validity. In Echo Graph, the body transmits the layers of subversion hidden in the written text to create rich strata of complementary and contradictory meanings, as often happens in everyday exchanges. Recorded via motion-capture technology, this new work continues my explorations of how physical movement can translate the spoken-word, using body language to unleash the vital, guttural essence of communication. Professional installation shots of the exhibition: https://www.dropbox.com/home/poem%20equals%20art%20Team%20Folder/Echo%20Graph/Expo%20at%20OFFICE%20IMPART?share_manage_access=false Photographs from opening night: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/12QFftmtx3wRk5sxCRjdxQk2XFqBlvA2f?usp=share_link The curatorial text from the exhibition, written by Doreen Ríos: https://anamariacaballero.com/will-the-body-of-the-poem-please-stand-up/
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0x5a6a···070bAfter going through my husband's files, I finally found the records of my son Lorenzo's ultrasound., along with images of his first day on earth. I now remember that my husband gifted me my first iPhone when my son was born, so that I could easily take better pictures of him. My son's birth, then, marked two major changes to my life: motherhood and the smart phone era, with the expansions and invasions that each implied. Here are photos of Lorenzo right before he was born and shortly after he arrived: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1iHiR6rVv_TjOow7l2SI58as16EUT1D-t?usp=drive_link
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0x5a6a···070bOctober 30, 2024 I wrote this poem months after my first son was born, having only partly processed the moment of his birth--a botched induction that resulted in an emergency cesarean after a doctor erroneously diagnosed me with a failed placenta. When my son was born, he weighed much more than the doctor had represented, and my placenta proved healthy. I had spent the entire pregnancy preparing for a natural birth, physically, mentally and emotionally. I was hoping to stay off drugs as much as possible and fully experience the moment. Instead, I ended up alone in a glacial operating room after my son's heart rate dropped during induced contractions of birth. Echo Graph leaves all these details out. When I wrote the poem, I was still unable to face what had happened, despite needing to record the experience in some way. This poem documents the moment I began to use language to come to terms--literally, to find the words--with a traumatic moment. The video work expands the original intent of the poem in that it visually represents both resistance and entrapment. The body moves in ways it cannot move inside the womb. Indeed, an adult body has no place inside a uterine cave. And yet, the adult body seizes ownership of space via confident motion. I named the piece Echo Graph only after creating the video work because I loved the idea of how the unsaid reverberates, leaving a trail of perceivable marks, or graphs. (But the poem, as published in my book Mammal, was named Placental.) It's especially meaningful that my personal experience echoed with the work's collector. This work, through its exchange, carves a connection between my embodied experience and its collector's own memories, thus becoming an echo graph of Echo Graph. Images from the ultrasound of my second child, Nina, born via a compulsory C-section, can be found in this folder: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1HGcxLKMAWLJTureKxKXtMqSt-XYA3qUz?usp=drive_link
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Petal Book“bud” is the second micro poem from Petal Book, a three-part lieder cycle inspired by Louise Glück’s The Wild Iris. \n\nTaking Glück’s oracular, anthropomorphic voice as a point of entry, Ana María Caballero explores our relationship with mortality, with words, and with each other, in this series of pithy, cutting poems written in the language of flowers. \n\n“stem,” the first poem, was released and offered to Refraction Festival's REFRACT PASS holders. \"bud\" debuted during Proof of People in New York on April 12/13, 2023. “bouquet,” the third poem, will be offered to collectors via a future Refraction event. \n\nHolders of all three poems will receive a fourth work as a gift. \n\n*\n\nstem\n \nbecause you cut \nme\n \nnow\nyou have \n \nto water \nme \n\n*\n\nbud\n \nlike every spoken word\n \nI, too, \nwager everything\non the ignition of dirt\nand then—\n \nspring\n\n *\n \nbouquet\n \nmy limbs bound\nas offering \nby string, or\n\nyour hand\n \nflesh-colored blossoms\nupon the marbled slab\nof time\n\n*ipfs://bafybeib2oqj3jv2o5zurilrperkihfkonhgzkrqu27hsrhtij24fckxptaipfs://bafybeieqic2ry37e64ddv7dqwun62nf7fczir62pnoklnv42hk2ydufa4q
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1MJZ4e0zHNRQ1vsa7XdKhttps://ipfs.io/ipfs/QmNv1WPLobShbKMRv15JTSjqevo4rjGFrQH5ymjGxpxyhZ/1MJZ4e0zHNRQ1vsa7XdK.jsonTodayToday; I close my eyes and wonder why; I don’t know you; And ponder how we got to a place; where your whereabouts are no longer; the first thing on my mind; Today I smiled; and sang out of tune; in the warm and heavy humid air; Content with carrying a borrowed umbrella; and the weight of the sky’s torrential downpour; But not the weight of wondering; why you don’t love me ; anymore;Breanna Faye
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uKwCKzZsVHpeS7QruPLwhttps://ipfs.io/ipfs/QmNv1WPLobShbKMRv15JTSjqevo4rjGFrQH5ymjGxpxyhZ/uKwCKzZsVHpeS7QruPLw.jsonI am the goddess of saying nothingI am the goddess of saying nothing, tongue spreading slowly, silently, slyly over the sweet mess of expression.Sasha Stiles
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PZ9eKoc1u0GNRxFjiIighttps://ipfs.io/ipfs/QmNv1WPLobShbKMRv15JTSjqevo4rjGFrQH5ymjGxpxyhZ/PZ9eKoc1u0GNRxFjiIig.jsonNew ComputerNew Computer;;; Because this is the first; poem I write on my new; computer,; I want it to be clean.; It will go into a file where; a new book of poems; will gather over; time.;; Poems that; belong; to another book; will have another file.;; Then I will create; a third file where I place poems; that are nothing; much.;; This will be; one of them,; and it is; okay.;;; Ana Maria Caballero Ana Maria Caballero
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3oDktNoLqkYDVliEEvdGhttps://ipfs.io/ipfs/QmNv1WPLobShbKMRv15JTSjqevo4rjGFrQH5ymjGxpxyhZ/3oDktNoLqkYDVliEEvdG.jsonMammalMammal;;; It is done; The baby grows; Silent as a new world;; I must consider it; When I eat; Eat more;; Again; I am thirsty; Again;; It is the baby; Already telling me; What to do;;; Ana Maria Caballero;;; Originally published by Rockford Review Ana Maria Caballero
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X390dT6JJywkg4MUxxKghttps://ipfs.io/ipfs/QmNv1WPLobShbKMRv15JTSjqevo4rjGFrQH5ymjGxpxyhZ/X390dT6JJywkg4MUxxKg.jsonFirst BornFirst Born;;; How am I supposed to sleep; when I give birth tomorrow?;; Rest now because you will never; sleep again, the erstwhile; pregnant mothers claim.;; Never shall I state such a fruitless thing; to a woman swelling life;; with this newness; who gets hungry; and has a cry at night.;;; Ana Maria Caballero   Ana Maria Caballero