“Rise”, my little installation at Moya Gallery in Second Life

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The wind slips through the broken window licking painfully the wounds of Silvia, who put on her makeup in the mirror while she eats her cry.

Silvia is painting in red the blue in her lips,
in peach the black in her eye,
in flesh his fingers marked in purple in her arm …
while she lies to her reflection,
again,
saying this is the last time,
that he has apologized to her, truly this time,
that she deserves his deformed words and blows,
that without him she would be nothing and that
he, deep in his heart,
loves her.

And so it goes a day,
a week,
a year …
until one day is the cold and dirty water who slips through her mouth and licks her wounds while makeup and embraces her skin in a silent hug that turns off her life.

Rise.

Rise is my CG art installation at Moya Land, the virtual gallery in Second Life of french multimedia artist Patrick Moya (aka Moya Janus). It’s a lite version of the one I did for non-profits project One Billion Rising in its initiative in Second Life, to help in the call to protest against gender violence. Rise talks about a woman that hopes that her beloved and abuser can change, maybe someday because “he, deep in his heart, loves her”… and that hope is what kill her at last.

Visit Rise in Second Life here:

Also, Wizardoz Chrome make a video with some of the captures she took during the Vernissage opening of Moya Land where you can see Rise and many other interesting artworks from Pol Jarvinen, Layachi Ihnen, Nino Vichan, Lemelon rouge Onyett, Comet Morigi, Luciella Lutrova, Glyph Graves, Cayenne Avon, Van Caerndow, ieko Catnap and Fiona Saiman.

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RISE poem and art installation at One Billion Rising

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RISE, GC virtual art installation by Noke Yuitza for One Billion Rising.

RISE, GC virtual art installation by Noke Yuitza for One Billion Rising.

Honour McMillan invited me to join One Billion Rising in Second Life this year in a call to action against gender violence and, of course, i said YES, I Rise!!! Because all we know cases of violence against women and children… a friend, a relative… So here is a sample of RISE, my installation for OBR and its poem, just because I…

RISE for justice!!!

RISE ++++++ (SP)

“El viento se cuela por la ventana rota lamiendo dolorosamente las heridas de Silvia, que se maquilla frente al espejo mientras se come su llanto.

Silvia se pinta de rojo los labios morados,

de melocotón el ojo morado,

de carne la muñeca marcada con dedos morados…

mientras le miente a su reflejo,

una vez más,

al decirle que esta vez es la última,

que él le ha pedido perdón de veras,

que las palabras mal formes y los golpes de él se los merece,

que sin él ella no sería nada y que él,

en el fondo,

la quiere.

Y así pasa un día,

una semana,

un año…

hasta que un día es el agua fría y sucia quien se cuela por su boca y le lame las heridas

mientras la maquilla arropándola en un abrazo silencioso que apaga su vida.”

RISE ++++++ (EN)

“The wind slips through the broken window licking painfully the wounds of Silvia, who put on her makeup in the mirror while she eats her cry.

Silvia is painting in red the blue in her lips,

in peach the black in her eye,

in flesh his fingers marked in purple in her arm …

while she lies to her reflection,

again,

saying this is the last time,

that he has apologized to her, truly this time,

that she deserves his deformed words and blows,

that without him she would be nothing and that

he, deep in his heart,

loves her.

And so it goes a day,

a week,

a year …

until one day is the cold and dirty water who slips through her mouth and licks her wounds while makeup and embraces her skin in a silent hug that turns off her life.”

RISE ++++++ (FR)

“Le vent entre par la fenêtre brisée et lèche doucement les plaies de Silvia qui se maquille devant le miroir en étouffant ses pleurs.

Silvia peint en rouge ses lèvres violettes,

peint en couleur pêche son oeil violet,

paint en couleur chair le poignet qui porte des marques violettes de doigts…

alors, encore une fois, elle ment à son reflet,

lui dit une dernière fois qu’il lui a sincèrement demandé pardon,

que les injures et les coups elle les a mérités,

que sans lui elle ne serait rien et qu’au fond il l’aime.

Et ainsi passe une journée,

une semaine,

une année…

jusqu’au jour où une eau sale et froide glisse sur sa bouche,

lui lèche les plaies en les maquillant,

l’embrasse silencieusement,

entre en elle et lui prend la vie.”