Bedtime Story | Cuento antes de Dormir
Caracas, Venezuela, 2010- 2014
Bedtime Story I, 2010, 05:06
Bedtime Story I, 2010
Experimental and biographical video filmed, edited and directed by Livia Daza-Paris.
In December 2010, the artist witnessed the felling of a few hundred-year-old ceiba trees right in front of the house where she was staying in Caracas. She felt that the violent act of cutting down, chopping and the discarding of trees without regard, worked as a powerful metaphor to represent her internal ponderings at the beginning of the investigation on the disappearance of her father, Iván Daza in the 1960s. Spontaneously, the artist made an audiovisual record of the act. From this record she then created a video collage, including primary sources and historical records.
The video was projected onto the walls of a room made of translucent fabric. This immersive installation alluded to a childhood memory of the first time the artist's mother spoke to her about the ambush and disappearance in the way of a bedtime story. This work was included in a solo exhibition at the Museum of Contemporary Art in Caracas, Venezuela, 2014. Curated by Latin-American cultural researcher, Albeley Rodríguez.
Special thanks to Luisa Villalba in Caracas, Venezuela. For related work please see: Silent Sky
Bedtime Story II, 2011.
I asked my mother, when is my dad coming back? She began to tell me about the conflict in some imagined land between good and evil, and that my father was part of that struggle for justice, a good struggle. Then, she paused for a moment, and quieter, hesitantly, she told me: up in the mountains, by the woods, there was an ambush, and someone said that your father was killed...that they left his body far from here, somewhere. I wondered, is his body at the end of the world? The 'end of the world' for sure is far! As she told me this story, the lights were off. I could not see her face nor her eyes. Only the street lights shimmering through my bedroom's window. Did I hear her cry? Time to sleep now, mother said. And so, I found myself drifting into the night towards the place at the very far end of the world.
I was four years old in Caracas, Venezuela, 1969. My father was never returned to us. There was no funeral, tears could not be shed.
Museo de Arte Contemporáneo de Caracas, Venezuela, 2014
Exhibition curated by Albeley Rodríguez
Bedtime Story, 2014, 05:06. Single channel video, immersive installation with fabric-room-sculpture. Dimensions variable.