F*CK MY REAL NAME
This work is the continuation of a realm we began to build together. This work is bigger than ourselves. We live inside an experience that is between fantasy and rebellion. The work was (and is) a container for our past collective intersectional experiences, in relation to discovering identity, gender, sexuality, societal expectations, social constructs, and body politics. We always glow in the dark. We are constantly deconstructing our perceptions of ourselves, challenging the expectations imposed on us from a heterosexual-binary world.
Words/phrases relevant to our practice:
Shedding
“Fleshed in”
Vigor
Perseverance
Mangled
Gut
Thrash
(Performative) Rage
Radical Desire
Caution
Vulnerability
Amplification
Undead/Revive
Blurring
Acceleration
Pushing back
Indignant
Continuum
Things we are thinking about:
Passivity in survival Vs Action for survival
What are we dialing back so we can spiral forward?
Instead of being different how can we be like everyone else
- We are different for just doing the thing/existing
- Is it important to be an individual among the group?
- We are able to push back just within the act of doing NOTHING
How am I perceived by the world? Does it matter to me? When is it time to say something?
- Dichotomy of giving into what people see you as or being alone/abandoned
Plant maps and blueprints
- Choice vs what we are born with
- Wanting to break out of the molds set before us.
How do we confront our queerness?
Using vulnerability, to reclaim power
- Body as a medium (but also as an association of queerness)
- Erosion (the fossil of myself)
- Gleaning resonance from texture & materiality