These women around me do not always tell the truth.
Like a scream in the night, they once arose in my dreams and asked me to release them.
They undressed in front of me but kept their masks on.
They whispered words wrapped in Ostrich feathers, in confetti and white laces.
They invited me to magical and chilling places.
And they reminded me of my childhood.
I Never told Anyone explores the status of women. These seven images represent the women in my family that have been oppressed and objectified by a male dominated society, at a time when personal honour was of great significance to men. A social power held by men but in fact passed on by women through matrilinearity. These women of my family are divine powers who pass on the savage, the liberty and the passion to the point of being outside the social world and ruling in a “between women” world closed and silent. The story of women oppressed by social conventions is a universal one.
Binche is a small town in southern Belgium steeped in Northern European folklore and my family history. This carnival is the only one in Europe genuinely rooted to its origins. In ancient mythology the woman has no voice. Excluded from the ritual she is reduced to a sexual and mysterious object. This is where the two stories intersect: personal (the family story) and the wider discourse (myths and folklore). I use the strength of the mask, this ritual instrument par excellence, that “dresses” the woman, metamorphoses her, displays her or dresses her up.
This presentation is a ‘once upon a time’ tale, that reassures by displaying a fiction. These are pictures whose often cruel accuracy is tempered through cinematic effects. Despite this heavy implementation, the choice of the still image is clear, determined by its power and also by its ability for reminiscences. All the locations are shot in Binche and its surroundings. The characters represented are all from Binche and the majority of them are part of my family.