{"id":11559,"date":"2026-05-14T06:43:40","date_gmt":"2026-05-14T09:43:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/selvagemciclo.org.br\/?p=11559"},"modified":"2026-06-22T18:27:06","modified_gmt":"2026-06-22T21:27:06","slug":"bordando-memorias-da-pedreira-oficina-de-bordado-na-escola-municipal-professor-escragnolle-doria-rio-de-janeiro","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/selvagemciclo.org.br\/en\/bordando-memorias-da-pedreira-oficina-de-bordado-na-escola-municipal-professor-escragnolle-doria-rio-de-janeiro\/","title":{"rendered":"EMBROIDERING MEMORIES OF PEDREIRA: Embroidery workshop at the Professor Escragnolle D\u00f3ria Municipal School, Rio de Janeiro"},"content":{"rendered":"
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EMBROIDERING MEMORIES FROM PEDREIRA
\nEmbroidery workshop at the Professor Escragnolle D\u00f3ria Municipal School, Rio de Janeiro<\/h5>\n
Veronica Pinheiro<\/h5>\n

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We ask for permission to come. And with the blessing of the elders of Pedreira and the kindness of the children who carry the whole hill within their eyes, we returned to the Professor Escragnolle D\u00f3ria Municipal School to hold the first LAS\u00b9 workshop of 2026. We arrived at the school carrying threads, hoops and embroidery needles. Before the stitches came the stories. Before the embroidery came the children. Before the technique, the shantytown.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>Pedreira speaks loudly.<\/b><\/p>\n

Streets speak loudly. Wires on the power poles speak loudly. Funk parties speak loudly. Dogs bark loudly. Buses, minibuses and motorbikes speed by loudly. There, all of life seems to yell for its existence to continue. But, in those days, silence entered the school. Not a silence out of absence. A silence as the result of deep presence. The same silence that precedes embroidery, when the thread meets the saliva in the mouth before reaching the eye of the needle. The silence of hands thinking. The silence of children learning to listen to their own movements.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBasting stitch. Backstitch. Lollipop stitch. Full stitch.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\t<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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The children began to embroider the shantytown [favela], its people and its memories. First came the kites. Then the concrete slabs. Then the alleyways. Then the skies crossed by wires. Then came the people who wove life in that place. Some children embroidered their own homes. Others embroidered memories. Some didn\u2019t even know exactly what they were embroidering; they simply kept pulling the thread as if trying to reach some memory still hidden away, or a memory yet to be.<\/span><\/p>\n

The workshop had been conceived as an exploration of textile art, memory, territory and imagination. But the children turned everything into something else. They turned the activity into a circle of belonging. They always transform everything.<\/span><\/p>\n

As they embroidered, they chatted about mothers, grandmothers, games, gunshots, parties, churches, fears and dreams. The threads began to weave together topics that school rarely manages to touch upon. Some were afraid of the needle. Some learnt the stitch and immediately taught it to the classmate next to them. Some made mistakes happily, for there were no \u2018mistakes\u2019.<\/span><\/p>\n\t<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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The embroideries had no authorship.<\/b><\/p>\n

One child would begin. Another would carry it on. Another would invent a new detail. One group would inherit the trails left by the previous one. Just as happens in the streets of the shantytown. Just as happens in families. Just as happens in community life. Every movement is continuity. No one lives alone. No memory is born in isolation. Everything is a continuation of what once was.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

An activity such as this mobilizes very profound dimensions, because it shifts the child from the individualised logic of production to a collective experience of constructing meaning. When one child begins a piece of embroidery and another continues it, a pedagogy of continuity is created, in which knowledge is no longer understood as individual property but is instead experienced as a crossing.<\/span><\/p>\n

Children learn that their creation does not end with themselves. This reduces anxiety about individual performance and breaks away, even if only temporarily, from overly competitive and meritocratic school models. Mistakes cease to be a threat, because the work remains open to the gestures of others. This has led to greater emotional security and a willingness to experiment.<\/span><\/p>\n\t<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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