(Photography by Brittany Mahood)
Beloved be an insignificant detail, a mundane struggle. Everyday is monumental. Monuments of the everyday are small events: a coffee break, a traffic hour.
We can relate to small events, they are real for us. Everyday is a true reality. We can relate to brokenness and maybe even more to the attempt to hide it. We can feel empathy and great tenderness for being human in everyday life.
One of my favorite things to do in Bangladesh was to have tea. You go to a tea stand by the street, drink tea with a lot of sugar and condensed milk out of a glass. It is just a short moment, just few minutes, then you return your glass and it is washed in a bucket.
Everydayness is something that is closest to us, the most familiar and ordinary but its essence cannot be grasped. Everyday can be viewed as a complex of details that are insignificant or they are so close to us that we take them for granted. Everyday can be seen as a monotone and repetitive continuation of time.
When I walked in the streets of Dhaka I often couldn’t see a big picture. What I saw was continuity and repetition of details, objects, small events and moments. Among all the trash on the streets I started to notice colorful nets that are used as bags for fruits and food. I started to collect them to make an artwork and it was exciting to find different colors, they became like a small treasure for me. Out of these nets I made “trash plants” and placed them on the streets on dirty spots. I was often so impressed by the kind and joyful hearts of the Bangladeshi people and somehow it made sense for me to place colorful plants on the dirty streets, since in my eyes the people were like color points in a dusty city as well.