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THIS PLACE

08.03.21 / ARCHIVES
A PROJECT FOR INTERNATIONAL WOMENS DAY 2021: CHOOSE TO CHALLENGE





Walnut Grove Park. La Corbière. With Women. Detroit River. Padre Island. Bennett Lake. Abandoned Book Tower. A Night Backcountry. The Old Oak. My Bed. Côte D'Azur. Any Mountain. My Parent's Home. Somewhere I Belong. The Library. Coastal Tide Pool. Hiking Trails. Barbour & Parlour. Suhe Canal. Chenab Nagar. Portobello Beach. Parkwood Springs. Cleveland. Flitwick Wood. My Home. The Beach. Home. Walnut Grove Park.








i know the tall trees, crowned golden then stripped bare
WALNUT GROVE PARK.

Granite-huddled causeway ends; a lighthouse. Memory-water creeps - stretches - shrinking me.
LA CORBIÈRE.

the river is touch
waves caress, as lover
or mother
THE DETROIT RIVER.

Anywhere, I am beside a woman I am at homeWITH WOMEN.

wind unrelenting
stirs the sand,
cleansing;
skin and soul abradedPADRE ISLAND NATIONAL SEASHORE.

pulsing vastness
under midnight sunlight
contradictorily turbulent
silent
raging
stillBENNETT LAKE IN CARCROSS, YUKON TERRITORY, CANADA.

we arrive at night, the barren moonscape a mystery until dawnA NIGHT BACKCOUNTRY CAMPING IN THE ANZA BORREGO DESERT, CALIFORNIA.

a crumbling fire escape
forty stories
beside the nesting hawksTHE ROOF OF THE ABANDONED BOOK TOWER IN DETROIT, MICHIGAN.

My refuge and work-station. Alone, weighted by a duvet.
MY BED.

Home, hearth, heart of adventures. Or there and back again.
THE OLD OAK.

Crossing the line between snow and rock, where joy begins.
ANY MOUNTAIN.

the sky falls like dust into the sea- all blues.CÔTE D'AZUR.

memories. childhood. security. comfort. loose chits of paper. photographs, books. nature walks. friendships. first kisses.
MY PARENTS' HOME.

where I am not my body, but my idea.SOMEWHERE I BELONG.

Reflective repository, database for barnacle encounters, a pocket of survival.COASTAL TIDE POOL.

Books in rows: freedom, knowledge, my mother brings me weekly.THE LIBRARY.

Closed forever but a place I could cry, laugh, relax and eat in comfortably.
BARBOUR & PARLOUR.

No hiking trail is too difficult for a woman to climb.
HIKING TRAILS.

I peek behind black curtains, simultaneously consume me.CHENAB NAGAR, PAKISTAN/ PORTOBELLO BEACH, SCOTLAND.

I would happily talk to the bin-men in bad mandarin.
SUHE CANAL, SHANGHAI.

Cleveland is my city. Art thrives here. So do I.CLEVELAND, OHIO.

She breathes, at peace, and reminds me that I'm alive.
PARKWOOD SPRINGS, SHEFFIELD.

All giddy blue, garlic, and deer bums vanishing into thickets.
FLITWICK WOOD.

Water moving to coldy ignore me, chalk going to the sky.CHENAB NAGAR, PAKISTAN/ PORTOBELLO BEACH, SCOTLAND.

To all my senses, the beach feels like home.THE BEACH.

This space is mine, my safety, my security, my independence.
MY HOME.

Motherhood came young. I chose it fully, never looked back.
HOME.





This Place. This Place. This Place. This Place.







This Place highlights the dynamic and meaningful narratives by women in the simplest form – to explore and understand the importance of the connection between women and places. The range of poetic, simple and distinct places written about in response are evidence of this connection.

FLORESTA chooses to challenge the restrictions and boundaries which women encounter in places. Places heavily determine, influence and direct our sense of identity, however, women have continuously dealt with increased inaccessibility, exclusion and discrimination.


Thank you to contributors Aileen Luo, Claire Carroll, Jax, Kristina Sheufelt, Ruth Callaghan do Valle, Claire Robinson, Sevana, Anna, Sneha, Sukanya Menon, Jeana Jorgensen, Abigail Doan, Vanya Bisht, Shiromi Bedessee, Free Fall Write, Uditi, Halle Preneta, Tessa Foley, Nia Simone McLeod, Michelle Stiffler – and all others.