Do you recognise this sharp pain that nails you down, makes your bones, your flesh, your organs all separate and collapse for a moment, or for a decade, or what feels like forever? Or that feeling of forever being long-overdue, expired, rotting somewhere under the soil, a feeling that fleeted away long-time ago, and no matter how much you tried to hold on to, to desperately grasp, it slipped through your fingers, as you watched it disappear? Have you ever felt powerless, or alone, or alienated? Or walked down the streets, empty, shattered to pieces, belonging nowhere?
Or perhaps as you were finally starting to feel alive again, it came back, consumed you. chewed you up, spat you out as you were screaming “stop, there is nothing left of me” ?
Grief as a carrier of loss, of death, of disappointment, of anger, of rage.
For that, which is gone, or never ceased to exist.
For losing, or for never having the opportunity to win, or even try to.
SARKA is an organism that invites you to bring the fucking rotting pile of shit, the skeletons in your closet, and the monsters under your bed, the shadows that come out of your sleep paralysis, the candles of the dead that warm up your soul. SARKA wants to befriend them all. And try to face them, together, and heal.
Some time ago, we began to look for ways of grief as a celebration, as a ritual, as an act of resistance and survival. On the 19th of December, under the spell of the new moon, SARKA is facilitating a situation that calls all souls to grief - collectively and individually, for that which is shared, and yet beyond personal. A gathering that embraces rawness, and proposes relief. A gathering to remind us that we are not alone. And to find solutions together, to come in pece with grief, or at the very least - give it space to exist.
Artwork by
@enas__kanenas
Graphics by
@kik.k.i
Lettering by
@tsurapw 
