COLORS NOTEBOOK “Violence”
Messages from around the world denouncing violence and bearing witness to contemporary injustice. For many of the authors, this edition of Notebook has become a place where they can express their own desperation, distress and anxiety related to war, violence and the social issues that they entail.
© Eduardo Bertone, 1977
Graphic designer, Argentina
In my Notebook I wanted to say everything that I couldn’t say in other projects. I also wanted to say lots of things that many people want to say but can’t. I focused mainly on consumer society, represented by the USA, because I think it’s one of the biggest problems we have. When I made my Notebook I was very annoyed about that issue and felt this was the direction I should take.
© Bill Clark
Death row inmate, USA
I need someone who will expose the government and the police corruption that led to my wrongful conviction and death sentence. I need you to write and rally those individuals opposed to the death penalty and particularly opposed to executing an innocent man. I need people all over the world to speak out on my behalf and use their voices and influence to help me become free again.
© Anasswa Ham, 1970
Innocent people from my tribe have been killed. My parents, my brothers and sisters were killed while I was looking. They cooked their bodies and forced me to eat their flesh. They stripped them naked and I saw the nakedness of my parents before they were killed. They chopped off their noses, ears and lips and first told my parents to eat them. Then they killed them.
© Pascal Hachem, 1979
I left Lebanon on July 4, 2006 for three months in Zurich. I left everything as if I’d be back in a few days. My things were on the table: my sketchbook, my last notes and my pens, neatly lined up. Everything changed when I received an sms at 14:33, 12.07.06, from a resident of Beirut. Our Notebook is full of blood and our fresh air has the odor of guns. At the moment we have a lot to say. Please just present a blank Notebook in the name of the Lebanese people. I don’t know if our voices are heard in the world, but I can’t imagine what’s happening, either.
© Isotta Dardilli, 1971
Art director and artist, Italy
I switch off the kitchen light, pick up the ashtray, switch the light on again. Open the cupboard, open the trashcan, empty the ashtray. Before heading back I think “Have I got everything?” I get back to the bed. Check. Finally lie down… Oh god, don’t think about it. I get up, I don’t think about it, go back to the kitchen, open the other cupboard without thinking about it, take the pills, a glass, the bottle of water, I pour some, open my mouth, swallow, then more water, I put down the glass and put the sleeping pills away… this time I’ve taken them all, the whole box. I switch everything off and go back to the bedroom. I can’t sleep. I can’t sleep. OK, I’ll draw.