Rosa Uribe

SERIES

The Spike of the Opuntia
Fraternize
Beyond Blame
But hey, I’m trying
Out of _
SMIRK
The hands that build me


FILMS

Mature for her age
I am sorry
Suicide and song
About grief

others

EXHIBITIONS

Royal Academy of Arts (KABK)

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Out of _2022

There are days when the mind becomes a room you cannot leave. Thoughts repeat themselves, the body grows heavy, and even the smallest thing can feel impossible. My feet are made of lead, and all I want is to run. I know some of this feeling myself, but I wanted to understand how it changes from one person to another, and what happens to those who have to live beside it.

This photographic and poetry project grew from conversations with people living with mental disorders, their families, and mental health professionals. I was interested not only in diagnoses, but in the quieter things that come with them: learning to survive between intrusive thoughts, missing yourself while still being unable to find your way back, trying not to cry because you are afraid someone will think you are asking for pity. The things that are difficult to explain because sometimes they do not look like anything from the outside.

The photographs sit beside fragments of writing drawn from these experiences and from my own. I am so tired. Of everything. Everyone. And myself. Words become another way of making visible what a photograph cannot always hold. I did not want to explain what living with a mental disorder is, as if there could be one answer. I wanted to stay close to the places where language begins to fail, where pain settles quietly under the skin, and where a person is still there, even when they can no longer recognise themselves.