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Pure Anhedonia

On March 23, 2020, I completely lost the ability to perceive my everyday life with pleasure and energy. I fell into a depression. I remember the exact date, since that day was when I began to truly realize what being in quarantine entailed. I had only been back in my parents' house for four days and other than losing any sense of privacy that I used to have in my student flat, school became something I did not understand. I saw black boxes on a screen from Monday to Friday where the only one who spoke was the teacher, and the guy that I liked so much no longer picked me up every morning in order to arrive together at school. Gradually, I began to notice that I no longer had to dress "decently" in order live my days; walking outside my house for more than two kilometers felt like a crime; eating became an impossible task; bathing was no longer part of the routine; sleeping, (oh sweet sleep!), was something my body craved so firmly that eventually I ended up listening to it so that I no longer had to struggle with keeping my eyes open. Time passed and I remember that amid all the resentment about existing under a routine that barely kept me alive, wondering if I had ever found pleasure in walking, eating, or talking to my friends, I began to wonder if unconsciously there was something inside of me that could make me regain that energy, because by that time the will to live was almost zero. I wanted to hug my mom and feel her again, feel some kind of connection with life, stimulate my brain, my mind, soul or whatever it is called, but I realized that I could not see objects beyond their basic function: there was absolutely no emotion left in them.

Elisa Helguera

 

By:  Gabriela Navarrete

These dioramas, made by Elisa Helguera, have as a characteristic the fact that they represent something beyond just any object, they have the ability to allow the spectator a certain pleasure living through the details that make up every detail of each piece. The aggregate of all these elements, reveal the reflection of both essence and raw beauty, but above all, the reality of everyday life. A concept, beauty and everyday life, which at some point come together, are, for example, getting on the bus at seven in the morning and noticing that the driver has customized his cabin, the seats and the decoration. That makes it unique.

Therefore, each element of the dioramas becomes a point of reflection not only on the actions that we carry out day by day, but also on the physical elements that make them up, as these miniatures can and often demonstrate: the Cheeto bag made to scale, the half-eaten cob of corn or the lighter; they’re own presence is the path to an inherent human experience. Furthermore, in each item we find an intrinsic relationship with someone else. A wrapper does not end up as garbage if it not by the previous use that some person gave to it, the corn does not develop tooth marks by itself, and the lighter could not exist without the creative needs of some other human being. Perhaps the weariness of everyday life does not come from everything that surrounds us, but from the simple inability to appreciate what does surround us, because the fascinating thing about life can be found in a common phone booth, in the embrace of mom or even in the appointment with a psychiatrist to finally treat depression.

Artista: Elisa Helguera Ig: @elisa.helguera

By: Gabriela Navarrete

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Edición #17

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