Silent Scream

Silent Scream records myself screaming for as loud and as long as I possibly could, allowing myself a breath in between, in order to investigate whether visualisation can speak. Through the gestures of my brightening red face, the eyes watering, tongue quivering, sweat releasing, and veins exposing themselves, I wonder if the image prompts memories of the viewer’s own experience to sound. We often listen more when we’re searching for a sound that isn’t there. Language in itself does not contain true substance; Communication awaits its listener to charge and load the conversation with what was subjectively heard. With this video, I challenged and reached my own physical limit, using my body as a bridge between interior emotional life and exterior physicality. Though silence can invite this reflection, it can also create a false sense of intimacy with ones own body, which I explored in the installation of Silent Scream. Placing the projector close to the wall, the video is condensed into a passport-sized image. The intimacy of our own body, which in a sense is a foreign force within oneself, is a complex relationship considering it is an inseparable vessel to oneself, yet can never be wholly seen.