ARKive post 1 — Chantal Faust

Chantal Faust

Dear Sylvia Plath,
Dear Hannah Höch,
Dear Wangechi Mutu,
Dear Yoko Ono,
Dear Kara Walker,
Dear Laurie Anderson,

Dear Those-Who-Cut-Through,

The noise is heavier now.
Not louder, just more. More screens, more scrolls, more same.
We are offered endless tools for expression,
a prescription of echoes.

You taught us to slice, to collage, to carve voices from interference.
You taught us to look at the visible.
To speak sideways. To speak anyway.

Now we gather in fragments.
Unbound pages, mixed voices, rough edges.
We are not compiling a whole. We are not making sense.
We are cutting our way through.

This is a letter to those who still cut.
Who still say what shouldn’t be said.
Who know that to speak freely is to risk being unrecognised, unread, undone.

This is not a publication.
This is a happening. A refusal. A signal.

Dear Those Who Cut Through the Noise,
Keep going.