The authorship of history should be questioned. The validity of its creation problematized. There is always a silent narrative.
Taking the traumatic as a starting point this work will examine the space for alternative entries into the archives. To do so new and current records will be translated into the language of affect and presented as fact.
I find the daunting task of erecting a memorial to those un-locatable silences just fulfilling, just affective enough that the things which were never meant to be said, the things which some refuse to say, and everything which has been otherwise destroyed or tampered with is allowed space to resonate. So that the traces of them may linger just long enough to challenge some institutional construction of history, similar to Dierrad’s gazelle footprints in the sand. Can we only experience truth through some small evidential trace? This is the history of those trained to be silent. An unearthing of their archive, existing solely as the traces, marks, wounds left and impressed upon the body. The body is an archive.