POLLY SAY PHALLE

Polly Say Phalle
Canada, USA, UK, France

Losing one’s father is undoubtedly a door that opens in the labrinth of time and space of a life, mostly when he is the last authority figure who quits this earth. Particularly when your best friend just offered you a guitar and you start to compose your first song the day your father passes away. The sky falls on your head. Heaviness fills your body, dizziness, darkens your future, fear makes you trip, lack of human drive and regrets shakes you into sorrows that will remain inside your cell memory.

Worries and responsibilities take hours of your sleep and emptiness, haunts your soul.

A new world, full of doubts and visions blurs your ancient projects aligned on the timeline of your routine and put you on a no return train for a destination. You had no idea you could pronounce someday.

The death of my father made me understand that I needed to re-create myself and the world around me and not let the seeds of despair grow and shadow your path.