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The Fury's Daugthers
Project

This project came from a small conversation between me and my cousin Deb's who insisted that we should share our hard earned experience of surviving in the toxic environment of our family.

We survived and thrived, despite the numerous adversities which were thrown in our path.

Not everyone has the same chance.

Many dear to us fell on the way, thanks to ignorance or simply the inability of our relatives to accept that something was wrong in our family environment.

This is the tale of those who survived.

This is the tale of the Fury's Daughters.

Why Furies?

The Roman goddesses of vengeance, the Furies lived in the underworld, where they tortured sinners. The children of Gaea and Uranus, they were usually characterized as three sisters: Alecto (“unceasing”), Tisiphone (“avenging murder”), and Megaera (“grudging”). Their counterparts in Greek mythology are the Erinyes. The Furies were always seen as cruel, but at the same time fair in their punishments.

Source: Brooklyn Museum

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While she dances...

It was three months into the lockdown in 2020 when I received a text from my cousin informing that her time in her Art Residency was over.

In a fury of texts, a train ticket and five hours later I had her in my arms, along with her suitcases and all her belongings that she gathered in one year in Germany.

Despite our attemtps, her visa to Germany was denied, but before I had to pack her away to Brazil I took her to one of the sanctuaries of my solitude outside of Frankfurt.

And under the curved beans of an empty abbey room she danced, while I heard the song which became my anthem in my heart.

... I sing

Same day, same abbey.

We took the glorious opportunity of exploring the acoustics of the main chapel to sing an old song which I have been singing for at least thirty years.

Camera work by Debs.

Ode to Grandma...

Para Dona Madalena is a beautiful, heartbreaking open letter to my Grandma, who we as children could never understand why she despised us so, but as adults, we can grasp with adult minds why she hated everything and everyone.

There is no glory in the truth.

Transcript to follow soon.

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