Natacha Ebers, “S/T”, 2020
Natacha Ebers, “S/T”, 2020
Estar sola es salir a la calle y que no ande un alma dando vueltas.
Estar sola es comer comida recalentada en un pote cualquiera.
Estar sola es atravesar todas las angustias juntas sin poder identificar cuál corresponde a cual.
Estar sola es abrirme un vino 7,30 pm casi todos los días.
Estar sola es hablar conmigo todo el tiempo y generar un vinculo confuso con la mente.
Estar sola es comprender las miradas de mi gata y pensar que esta al borde de decirme algo.
Estar sola es tener frío en la cama.
Estar sola es ponerme los parches de la contractura mal.
Estar sola es cogerme a mí misma.
Estar sola es preguntarme qué es lo importante.
Estar sola es aferrarme a algo que no existe.
Estar sola es hurgar hasta el fondo del fondo del abismo y revivir.
Estar sola es comunicarme con las plantas.
Estar sola es esperar que algo cambie que no va a cambiar.
Estar sola es llorar con series de extraterrestres.
Estar sola es desear constantemente algo diferente todo el tiempo.
Estar sola es tener el cuerpo duro.
Estar sola es creer en la comunicación telepática.
Estar sola es raparme la nuca usando tres espejos para ver qué hago.
Estar sola es inventar comidas incomibles.
Estar sola es darme cuenta que no hay stock.
Estar sola es tener hambre todo el tiempo.
Estar sola es ponerme a escribir sobre esto.
Estar sola me hace leer en voz alta tipo discurso.
Estar sola es saber el momento justo cuando el sol me pega en la cara.
Estar sola es entender que no es la otra si no una misma.
Estar sola es pensar en el amor libre.
Estar sola es un shock.
Estar sola es inventar rostros con papel metalizado.
Estar sola es soñar que no lo estoy.
Estar sola es hermoso.
Estar sola es una sensación.
Estar sola es dejar al resto del mundo.
Estar sola es generar nuevas necesidades.
Estar sola es acostarse temprano.
Estar sola es cerrar la ventana.
Estar sola es pensar en alguien que seguramente no este pensando en mí.
Estar sola es escuchar siempre la misma canción.
Estar sola es que se te pase la sopa.
Estar sola es pensar cómo voy hacer para relacionarme después de estar sola.
Estar sola me da sed.
To be alone is to go out into the street and not a soul is walking around.
To be alone is to eat warmed-up food in a random pot.
To be alone is to live through all anxieties at once without being able to single them out.
To be alone is to open a bottle of wine for myself at 7:30 pm, almost every day.
To be alone is to talk to myself all the time and create a confusing bond with my mind.
To be alone is to understand the looks of my cat and think she is about to tell me something.
To be alone is to be cold in bed.
To be alone is to put-on heat patches and doing it wrong.
To be alone is to fuck myself.
To be alone is to ask myself what’s important.
To be alone is to cling to something that doesn’t exist.
To be alone is to rummage at the bottom of the abyss and revive.
To be alone is to communicate with my plants.
To be alone is to wait for something to change that won’t.
To be alone is to cry about TV shows about aliens.
To be alone is to constantly want something different, all the time.
To be alone is to have a stiff body.
To alone is to believe in telepathy.
To be alone is shaving the back of my neck using three mirrors to see what I’m doing.
To be alone is to invent inedible meals.
To be alone is to realize that there is no stock.
To be alone is being hungry all the time.
To be alone is to start writing about this.
To be alone makes me read aloud, speech-style.
To be alone is to know the exact moment when the sun will hit my face.
To be alone is to understand that it isn’t the other but oneself.
To be alone is to think of free love.
To be alone is a shock.
To be alone is to make faces with aluminum foil.
To be alone is to dream that I am not.
To be alone is beautiful.
To be alone is a feeling.
To be alone is to leave the rest of the world.
To be alone is to develop new needs.
To be alone is to go to bed early.
To be alone is to close the window.
To be alone is to think of someone who’s surely not thinking of me.
To be alone is to always listen to the same song.
To be alone is that the soup is ruined.
To be alone is thinking about how I’m going to relate again with people after being alone.
To be alone makes me thirsty.
Natacha Ebers: Originally from Punto Alta, Argentina, Natacha Ebers is an artist and educator based in Buenos Aires. She researches and experiments with the construction of photographic devices and investigates the relationship between body, machine, and photography – based on interdisciplinary and performative resources.
She develops her work on different supports and media, including photographs, drawings, and objects. Her formation is grounded in artistic residencies and workshops, most importantly with PAC Foto, Sub Cooperative de Fotográfxs, BSM Art Building, Valeria Beluci, and Rosario Bléfari.
She has taught workshops at FADU Facultad de Diseño, Arquitectura y Urbanismo, UMSA Universidad del Museo Social Argentino, Escuela de Arte Leopoldo Marechal, and CFMAB Centro Fotográfico Manual Álvarez Bravo. In 2019, Ebers was awarded the first Acquisition Prize of the Arte x Arte Foundation, Buenos Aires. She is currently director of Estudio Cristal Espacio Experimental de Fotografía, where she teaches photography workshops.