MILK TOOTH
MILK TOOTH
MILK TOOTH
A milk tooth falls by its own will. There is no way to keep it forever. A child’s first loss from the body. A varying density of fragility and strength. A somatic waste.
A milk tooth falls by its own will. There is no way to keep it forever. A child’s first loss from the body. A varying density of fragility and strength. A somatic waste.
A milk tooth falls by its own will. There is no way to keep it forever. A child’s first loss from the body. A varying density of fragility and strength. A somatic waste.
When I was 25 I suffered from wisdom tooth pain. They were fighting to break into the surface and become visible, as a sign of the poignant state I was in.
When I was 25 I suffered from wisdom tooth pain. They were fighting to break into the surface and become visible, as a sign of the poignant state I was in.
When I was 25 I suffered from wisdom tooth pain. They were fighting to break into the surface and become visible, as a sign of the poignant state I was in.
The wisdom tooth is a refusal to let go, but it is also all about trying to let go in order to better survive.
The wisdom tooth is a refusal to let go, but it is also all about trying to let go in order to better survive.
The wisdom tooth is a refusal to let go, but it is also all about trying to let go in order to better survive.
As tiny little white particles, milk teeth become the manifestation of a growing baby; so when they fall, they go under the pillows for the tooth fairy and end up as mementos to be kept by the mother.
As tiny little white particles, milk teeth become the manifestation of a growing baby; so when they fall, they go under the pillows for the tooth fairy and end up as mementos to be kept by the mother.
As tiny little white particles, milk teeth become the manifestation of a growing baby; so when they fall, they go under the pillows for the tooth fairy and end up as mementos to be kept by the mother.
Teeth and tears; tiny and fragile.
Teeth and tears; tiny and fragile.
Teeth and tears; tiny and fragile.
Milk and tears; drop without control.
Milk and tears; drop without control.
Milk and tears; drop without control.
Milk and tears dissolve in each other. A liquor, a chemical solution.
Milk and tears dissolve in each other. A liquor, a chemical solution.
Milk and tears dissolve in each other. A liquor, a chemical solution.
As milk fills the breasts of the new mother, sorrow sometimes appears in mothers. Giving birth brings a blue feeling that is ineffable; both intellectually and emotionally.
As milk fills the breasts of the new mother, sorrow sometimes appears in mothers. Giving birth brings a blue feeling that is ineffable; both intellectually and emotionally.
As milk fills the breasts of the new mother, sorrow sometimes appears in mothers. Giving birth brings a blue feeling that is ineffable; both intellectually and emotionally.
Besides the separation between the mother and the child through the birth, lies another separation inside the mother’s body that pierces her heart. An inherent separation between the new self and the pre-baby self, which is the very subject of the speech that can be hardly made by a new mother.
Besides the separation between the mother and the child through the birth, lies another separation inside the mother’s body that pierces her heart. An inherent separation between the new self and the pre-baby self, which is the very subject of the speech that can be hardly made by a new mother.
Besides the separation between the mother and the child through the birth, lies another separation inside the mother’s body that pierces her heart. An inherent separation between the new self and the pre-baby self, which is the very subject of the speech that can be hardly made by a new mother.
For the new mother, the pre-mother self is a loss with no return. They call it ‘the baby blues’. The new mother is unable to speak. Her tears become her speech.
For the new mother, the pre-mother self is a loss with no return. They call it ‘the baby blues’. The new mother is unable to speak. Her tears become her speech.
For the new mother, the pre-mother self is a loss with no return. They call it ‘the baby blues’. The new mother is unable to speak. Her tears become her speech.
With your milk, mother, you fed me ice. And if I leave, you lose the reflection of life, your life. And if I remain, am I not the guarantor of your death? – Luce Irigaray, 1981
With your milk, mother, you fed me ice. And if I leave, you lose the reflection of life, your life. And if I remain, am I not the guarantor of your death? – Luce Irigaray, 1981
With your milk, mother, you fed me ice. And if I leave, you lose the reflection of life, your life. And if I remain, am I not the guarantor of your death? – Luce Irigaray, 1981
My tears became my speech too. While strange hormones were running through my veins, I was feeling entrapped within the uncanny state of utter happiness fighting with extreme sorrow.
My tears became my speech too. While strange hormones were running through my veins, I was feeling entrapped within the uncanny state of utter happiness fighting with extreme sorrow.
My tears became my speech too. While strange hormones were running through my veins, I was feeling entrapped within the uncanny state of utter happiness fighting with extreme sorrow.
I was speechless. I did not understand why I was feeling so blue.
I was speechless. I did not understand why I was feeling so blue.
I was speechless. I did not understand why I was feeling so blue.
The more I felt blue, the guiltier I felt. The guiltier I felt, the more I felt blue.
The more I felt blue, the guiltier I felt. The guiltier I felt, the more I felt blue.
The more I felt blue, the guiltier I felt. The guiltier I felt, the more I felt blue.
One day, we hit the road leaving the baby with the grandparents. We drove all the way to the Northwest until the end of my beautiful city, Istanbul. The music was on, loud, although it was enough for me to just think of a song to be in tears.
One day, we hit the road leaving the baby with the grandparents. We drove all the way to the Northwest until the end of my beautiful city, Istanbul. The music was on, loud, although it was enough for me to just think of a song to be in tears.
One day, we hit the road leaving the baby with the grandparents. We drove all the way to the Northwest until the end of my beautiful city, Istanbul. The music was on, loud, although it was enough for me to just think of a song to be in tears.
And then it just hit me; I needed to get back and I needed to get back before it was too late. From now on, every road I took, I had to think about the way back home.
And then it just hit me; I needed to get back and I needed to get back before it was too late. From now on, every road I took, I had to think about the way back home.
And then it just hit me; I needed to get back and I needed to get back before it was too late. From now on, every road I took, I had to think about the way back home.
This was an early signal of the way I experience and perceive time would change completely.
This was an early signal of the way I experience and perceive time would change completely.
This was an early signal of the way I experience and perceive time would change completely.
I was just not used to looking at my watch that frequently and before that, I had never realized that time is really flying by once you keep track of it so closely.
I was just not used to looking at my watch that frequently and before that, I had never realized that time is really flying by once you keep track of it so closely.
I was just not used to looking at my watch that frequently and before that, I had never realized that time is really flying by once you keep track of it so closely.
The quest to understand or perhaps feel the women who breastfed their babies in front of the camera for at least several minutes, became a facilitator within my brand new way of experiencing and perceiving time which was only through the acts of milk pumping, breastfeeding and sleeping.
The quest to understand or perhaps feel the women who breastfed their babies in front of the camera for at least several minutes, became a facilitator within my brand new way of experiencing and perceiving time which was only through the acts of milk pumping, breastfeeding and sleeping.
The quest to understand or perhaps feel the women who breastfed their babies in front of the camera for at least several minutes, became a facilitator within my brand new way of experiencing and perceiving time which was only through the acts of milk pumping, breastfeeding and sleeping.
The milk and the light are in action simultaneously.
The milk and the light are in action simultaneously.
The milk and the light are in action simultaneously.
The tiny little silk dress which is later to be hand painted with ‘baby blue’ making sense of why I feel so blue.
The tiny little silk dress which is later to be hand painted with ‘baby blue’ making sense of why I feel so blue.
The tiny little silk dress which is later to be hand painted with ‘baby blue’ making sense of why I feel so blue.
As my milk dried and as I felt guiltier, I kept asking myself; “How much time is needed?”
As my milk dried and as I felt guiltier, I kept asking myself; “How much time is needed?”
As my milk dried and as I felt guiltier, I kept asking myself; “How much time is needed?”
...for the correct exposure
...for the correct exposure
...for the correct exposure
...for the enough amount of milk
...for the enough amount of milk
...for the enough amount of milk
...for a bond to be made
...for a bond to be made
...for a bond to be made
...for enough sleep
...for enough sleep
...for enough sleep
...for recovery
...for recovery
...for recovery
...for getting back in shape
...for getting back in shape
...for getting back in shape
...for becoming a mother.
...for becoming a mother.
...for becoming a mother.