Copyright photo Rachel Valley.
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J e am currently looking testimony on breastfeeding, but not just any of those breastfed toddlers become adults. I realize that as a baby bottle, I have no way to understand what it could be for those people who benefited from this privilege was young and now live with the memories that must necessarily be tinged with unease, not least because our society is struggling to accept the reality of breastfed toddlers, even in the fact assumed that it would be quite normal.
slopes that interest me:
- What is the content, specifically, of memory? Do we remember the feeling, what images are? What feelings?
- The breastfeeding relationship she was still healthy, mutually accepted in peace?
- Memories Are most striking in the case of those who have had a less serene breastfeeding relationship?
- Does the current relationship with the mother tint memories?
- Does breastfeeding relationship with the mother dyed the current relationship?
- anyone remember it having been confronted with the disapproval of someone when a child, he nursed his mother?
What I would do is a small collection of poetic fragments about it. Anonymity guaranteed.
Note that this is an art project and not an education project or promotion. I am also interested in the disturbing testimonies by those who are happy. I may be deformed, combine the evidence for purposes of literariness, maybe not, I do not know yet. The final document will be submitted for approval to the people who participated, but you have to understand the basis that I do not try to reproduce events but to create genuine drama.
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