It reminds me of the exhilaration I felt during my time living in Nicaragua.
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| our house - I got to paint it! |
It reminds me of all the petty inconveniences that I sort of
relished even as I complained because
it felt more solid than 'America'
It reminds me of my horror and outrage at
seeing anew (of course I'd
seen it before)
violence against women, at the almost
casual acceptance (by men in power) of
sexual abuse of children
often by people related to them
but in Nicaragua I had
constructive opportunities to express that outrage
It reminds me of discovering myself as a talented performance artist, not
just a mediocre choreographer
It reminds me of the creative excitement opportunity I found in
garbage, and how
happy I was working in a dump.
humor and curiosity
about (at least some) cultural
differences will get me further than will
feeling annoyed and
superior
This is a link to an article I wrote, partly about how amazingly creative I felt in Nicaragua before the accident.
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Still processing. This post and your article, echoing, conversing with each other...
ReplyDeleteI kinda just want to say holy shit.
This is brilliant work, performances, love the cutpiece redo. Your writing, there is such a raw immediacy that DC could not have unleashed. A bold and rewarding move for you methinks. Fearless, humor and acting outside the cultural, gendered boxes. (this confuses the enemy, throws them off beam and is a favourite pastime of mine).
Very very good to hear you.
Thank you! I read you also have done some performance? Is it documented anywhere online? Would love to see!
ReplyDeleteI made a straitjacket and "headcase", I'll post a picture. The straitjacket I wore around my downtown, but didn't think to document at the time. On my facebook page (sorry) I have a short clip about a piece I did called Lost &found about littering in a local park. Take care!
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