Our words and actions are intervention in an other. Are we really aware of what our words do to
the listener?
Unfinished beings, in eternal construction.
The most permeable, perhaps I would say
absorbing, children. They listen, learn, take and
give of themselves.
What message do you give every day when you release your words to the wind?
We are what we do with what they made of us...
the listener?
Unfinished beings, in eternal construction.
The most permeable, perhaps I would say
absorbing, children. They listen, learn, take and
give of themselves.
What message do you give every day when you release your words to the wind?
We are what we do with what they made of us...
"Existence is life that knows itself to be such, that recognizes itself as finite, unfinished that moves in time-space subjected to the intervention of the existent."
Paulo Freire
I made this illustration with the intention of being exhibited as a puzzle. But not only to be contemplated.
The invitation was "take a piece and leave a message".
Human beings are built socially, the vision of the other also forms us, and here I call for reflection: What words do we release to the wind? What do we build when we talk to our children?
Do we listen to ourselves when we speak, and are we aware of what we are provoking in others?
The invitation was "take a piece and leave a message".
Human beings are built socially, the vision of the other also forms us, and here I call for reflection: What words do we release to the wind? What do we build when we talk to our children?
Do we listen to ourselves when we speak, and are we aware of what we are provoking in others?
