multimedia theatre performance uses sound, language
and movement to renegotiate identity and to challenge a form of forging an identity based on stereotyped classifications according to skin colour and origin. The dialogue draws on the myths of Sisyphus and Narcissus, and using photography, colours, drawings, voice and movement, explores inner and social conflicts between the “West” and the former colonies.
I am not my colour
The colour of my skin is brown, perhaps a light shade of brown. If we are all using the same standards of identifying colours, that is the shade of my skin. When I bruise the red blood coagulates and it is purple or blue black. The insides of my palm are...I do not know what this colour is actually called. After I run or dance or make love I can see the blood flowing red in my palms. When I am cold my cuticles go slightly purple or blue, just like when I am bruised. My hair is curly. Naturally so. In order for it to run with the wind I would have to blow dry it or put chemical relaxer in it. My hair is tight screw curly. I grew up in an open minded home. I had access to books and to people from different cultures, religions, races and political affiliations. We rose from oppression in our region self imposed and externally charged upon us. Due to this culture of oppression education and open mindedness seem to have been assumed to belong or have autonomy with ‘white people’ is this correct colour? I believe it belongs to people. The material is now available for all of us to access. The previously oppressed will regard or deem an educated black person as one who thinks they are better or white. No, I am brown skinned from a line of educators. Those from the lineage of colonisation will regard me and say I speak well ...I am well spoken and I don’t know if I feel proud or ashamed. I am sometimes conflicted by this. I am not arrogant. I am just whom I am. I am a culmination of the people I have spoken to. The places I have slept in. The food I have eaten. The books I have read. The music I have listened to. The games I have played. The lovers I have cradled. I bleed a blood which is the same rouge as the next man.
We Are Tomorrow, Ballhaus Naunynstraße, Berlin 2015
Shades of a Queen is a coming-of-age, coming-to-self, coming-out piece exploring the identity constructs of an African Queer child. The creative process was based on personal experiences and challenges in the journey to coming out both literally and metaphorically. Her Majesty the Queen (a.k.a. Mmakgosi, which translates to ‘‘The Mother of the Chief“) battles with stepping out of the house and out of the closet. She confronts her self in all her majestic glory, and the demons and counter-masks that reveal themselves as identity constructs come into being from mundane interactions with the world.
Shades of a Queern ist ein Stück übers Erwachsen werden, Selbst werden, übers coming-out, ein Stück, das sich mit den Identitätskonstruktionen eines afrikanischen queeren Kindes auseinandersetzt. Es basiert auf persönlichen Erfahrungen und Herausforderungen auf der coming-out Reise auf wörtlicher und metaphoprischer Ebene. Ihre Majestät die Königin (alias Mmakgosi, was sich als „Mutter des Häuptlings“ übersetzen lässt) kämpft damit, aus dem Haus zu gehen. Sie konfrontiert ihr Selbst im ganzen majestätischen Glanz, und die Dämonen und Masken, die sich als Identitätskonstruktionen in den alltäglichen Situationen des Lebens zu erkennen geben.
Detours Festival, Johannesburg 2012
Constanza Macras/ Dorky Park, Berlin 2014
Queer New York Festival, New York 2015
Aktionstage gegen Sexismus, Rostock 2016
Queer Zagreb Festival, Zagreb 2017
An excerpt evolution from my second work Color Me B – performed at Ballhaus Naunynstrasse as part of the ”We are tomorrow. Visions and Retrospection on Occasion of the 1884 Berlin Conference”.
A 12-15 min piece exploring a juxstaposition of the Greek mythology Sisyphos and Narccist supported by ancient african meditation rituals and butoh.
12049 Berlin/ Germany